I believe there is a story like this here already. I think it's called Kiddie Kare for Hogwarts Teachers or something to that effect. This is not plagerising and I believe it to have enough of it's own mystery to be it's own.
How ever is the owner of the Kiddie Kare story...miss Alexannah I think...if she does not like it then it will be removed. That is all
minerva's-kitten
Chapter 1: Suspicion and the First Casualties
"Classes canceled? Professor McGonagall never cancels," Hermione exclaimed.
The three were standing in front of the Transfiguration classroom where a sign was posted. It was the last week before summer and Voldemort was finally defeated. Next year Harry and his friends would be seventh years.
"Either way it's good for us!" Ron grinned as he headed back to the tower.
"Can't beat them join them," Harry shrugged as he went to follow Ron but was stopped by Hermione's hand on his shoulder.
"Come on let's go see if something is wrong with Professor McGonagall?" she stated.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Harry!" Hermione snapped glaring at him.
Harry dropped his head and nodded, "All right let's go."
She nodded and pulled him to the Gryffindor Tower but instead of going to the fat lady's portrait they took a right and stopped in front of a statue of a lion.
"Password?" the lion roared.
"Courage Great," Hermione replied. The statue slid to the side and let them into the burgundy and dark brown sitting room.
Harry searched the bathroom while Hermione checked the bedroom and small library add on. Five minutes later they returned to the sitting room with worried looks.
"Harry the bed's made…it looks like it wasn't even slept in last night," Hermione stated.
"Well maybe…no maybe…oh I got nothing," Harry sighed.
"I'm really worried," Hermione replied.
Just then the embers in the hearth lit up green and a voice shouted, "Minerva Katherine Grace McGonagall you better have a good reason for not calling me this morning!! I know your classes are about to start so you better get your little butt over here now!"
"Excuse me but uh Professor McGonagall isn't here," Hermione answered.
"Oh well…who are you and what are you doing in my daughter's quarter without her!?" the head in the fire asked.
"Your daughter?" Harry asked as they knelt by the fire.
"Yes… Now tell me why you are in her rooms?" the head snapped.
"We can't find her and she cancelled classes," Hermione answered.
The head paused and looked at the two much like Minerva would if they were in trouble.
"Go to Albus' office. Find him and tell him to call me. If you don't find him floo me from his quarters the password is Emerald Lioness," the woman stated and she was gone.
"McGonagall's mother seems …well I don't really know," Harry answered.
"Come on you know the password to the headmaster's quarters right?" Hermione asked standing.
"Yeah…"
"Well come on," Hermione huffed.
Again Harry followed Hermione through the castle to the headmaster's quarters.
"Ice Mice," Harry stated and they headed up the revolving staircase.
Hermione knocked on the door and received no answer. She knocked again and this time they heard whispered voices.
The two Gryffindors eyed each other before turning the knob and entering utter chaos. The normally organized mess was everywhere and several of the lower hanging portraits had ink finger prints all over them.
"What the heck happened?" Harry blinked.
"They did!" Phineus snapped pointing to the desk.
The two friends walked around to the desk and pulled back the chair to see two small children covered in ink and looking very guilty.
"Are we in trouble?" the red headed boy asked.
"No but we need to get you cleaned up. And can I ask your names?" Hermione asked with a smile.
"Minerva McGonagall."
"Albus Dumbledore."
"Oh no," Harry groaned.