Okay so I know that in the movies and that, that the kitchen opened on to the lounge room, but for the sake of my sanity (What's left of it that is.) there will be a wall there.

Kay?

Harry stood frozen next to his Head of House as his relatives stepped out of the silver car. His large Uncle was the first to see them and slowly started turning red in the face upon seeing a stern woman in strange green clothing glaring at him. Petunia looked up from the car to inquire about her husband's silence and lost all colour from her face at seeing the familiar witch standing in front of her home once again.

Harry looked up at Minerva and flinched slightly at seeing the look she was giving his relatives and felt a pang of pity for them. That look was known to many of the students at Hogwarts, Snape and even the Headmaster on occasion. He looked back to his Uncle and was amazed to see that his face had turned to a new shade of red. When he noticed that his Uncle was looking at him, his amazement and pity quickly turned to fear. He tried to inch behind Minerva without it being obvious what he was doing. Unfortunately, Minerva realised what he was doing and caught hold of his wrist. "Mr Dursley." Arching her thin eyebrow at the fear stricken family, she continued in that same chilling tone. "Shall we move inside."

Vernon gave a jerky nod and moved as fast as his stubby legs would allow him, which wasn't very fast, and opened the door. Minerva waited for Dudley to walk in, then Petunia. Before she could enter however, the door was slammed shut in her face followed by the sound of the lock turning. "How rude." She said with a heavy accent.

Harry looked around Minerva's shoulder to see her frowning at the locked door. Before he could say anything, she turned around and grabbed his arm tightly. "Hold on." Harry nodded and moved his other arm to hold onto her free hand. With a faint POP, they were gone from the front of 4 Privet Drive.

Inside the house, the Dursley's relaxed at the sound of the witch departing only to jump when a small SNAP echoed throughout the closed kitchen. Harry opened his eyes to see the shocked faces of his Uncle, Aunt and cousin. Minerva let go of him and turned to face the family. "Locking the door is not going to stop me Petunia."

Petunia held on to her oversized son in a desperate grip. "What do you want?"

Minerva looked at her as if she was stupid. "To talk." She said as she sat down. Waving her wand, a plate of ginger newts appeared in the centre of the table. "Have a biscuit."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at that. Shaking his head, he looked at the older witch and tried to hide his smile at her raised eye brow. Clearing his throat softly, he lowered his head and sat down beside the Transfiguration Mistress and waited until his relatives sat down on the other side of the table. The scrapping of chair being dragged across the tiles told him that his uncle had chosen the seat across from him while his aunt had taken the one across from Minerva. When the sound of a third chair being moved didn't happen, Harry looked up from the table's surface and found that his cousin was walking into the hall way, no doubt going to sit in front of the TV. Harry looked at Minerva hesitantly; he didn't really want to be in the room when she was 'talking' to his relatives.

Relief flooded through him at her nod to leave. He quickly pushed back from the table and left the room, but not before sending a small smile in her direction. Following Dudley's lead, he walked into the hall way, then the lounge room. Seeing that his cousin was sitting in the main chair, he moved to the smaller one in the corner and sat down quietly. Dudley flipped through the channels on the TV until he came across one of his favourite shows, Open all Hours.* Leaning back in the chair, Harry strained to listen to the conversation going on between his professor and relatives. After hearing nothing for several minutes, he sighed and turned his attention to the TV.

Not even ten minutes into the show, Dudley turned the television off and turned to face Harry. "What are they speaking about?"

"Me." Harry sighed.

"Why?" Dudley asked with a frown.

Harry searched his expression, but could only find confusion and curiosity. Sighing again, he looked out the window. "Because just before the holidays, I lost my Godfather."

"Oh."

For a while everything was silent. Harry kept looking out the window, while Dudley looked at the remote control. Just as he was reaching for it, the silence was broken by the sound of two women yelling. Harry looked sharply towards the kitchen at the sound of his Head of House's strong accent.

"Petunia Evans you are a monster! Your sisters son has been through more in the last year alone, then you have in your whole life and you LEAVE HIM BY HIMSELF! What happened to you? The woman Lily talked about was a kind and caring lady that she loved dearly! How could you betray your sisters' love by treating her son, your nephew, like a common slave? How do you treat your own son?"

Harry ran into the hallway, closely followed by Dudley.

"Don't you dare talk about my son! I am a great mother to him. Which can't be said about you if what you say about that freaks school year is true. I bet you would make a terrible mother if you had children!" Came the scream of Petunia.

Harry stood in the doorway with his cousin just behind his shoulder, watching the scene in front of them. McGonagall turned away from Petunia with tears in her eyes. Never seeing such pain showing in the professor green eyes before, Harry looked at his Aunty and snapped. He pushed his way in front of Minerva and place one hand behind his back to grasp her own delicate one.

"How dare you insult this woman! She has done more, seen more, lived through more then you could ever imagine, and you have the gall to say such a dreadful thing about her. You don't even know her! Even if the Professor doesn't have biological children, all of her Gryffindor's think of themselves as her children, and so do many from the other houses! And you want to know why, because she treats them like equals, with respect and she protects them!" He panted while starring into his Aunt's gaze. "Never will you hold a candle to Minerva McGonagall, Petunia." He finished softly.

The room was deathly quiet after Harry's speech. Petunia opened her mouth but no words came forth. She looked around the kitchen, but stopped to look at her son. He gave her a sad and disappointed look before turning around and walking back into the lounge room. She looked back into the older witches eyes and saw that they were shinning with the threat of tears again, along with pride and love. What shocked her most though, was that now she felt ashamed of herself.

Minerva moved her free hand to rest on Harry's shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze, before she spoke calmly. "Let's go collect your gear Harry."

Harry nodded his head stiffly, pivoted on his heel and lead Minerva up the stairs into his small room. Once they were inside, he closed the door and gestured for her to sit down on the bed before he pulled his trunk out from underneath his desk. When it was open and sitting on the chair, he turned around to see that Minerva's eyes were slowly dropping. With a smile, he carefully touched her shoulder and spoke softly. "Why don't you lie down for a couple of minutes Professor? It'll take me a while to pack everything I need."

Minerva opened her eyes fully trying to look alert, but before she could say anything, they started to lower again, so all she did was nod as Harry helped her to lay down on her side so she could see what he was doing if she wished. "Only for a few minutes Mr Potter. Then I'll get up and help you." She said softly with her eyes closed.

Smiling once again, Harry turned back around to start packing his gear away while reciting the start of the first chapter of his Transfiguration textbook. "An animagus is a witch or wizard who can transform themselves at will into a specific animal. The animal that one becomes, is a representation of oneself from ones traits and characteristics…" As he turned around, he saw that she had fallen asleep. With a smile, he turned back to his work. As he did so, he realized how much he had been smiling that day alone. Shaking his head, he continued to pack.

~Half hour later~

Minerva blinked open her eyes. Sitting in her line of site was Harry with a book propped up against his knees. At closer inspection, she saw that it was the textbook that she had given to the students the year before. While he was turning the page, she slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. "What time is it?"

Harry looked at his watch before looking at her. "Quarter past twelve." He said closing his book.

"Are you done packing?" At his silent nod, she stood up and waved her wand over his trunk and book. "Very well." She took the small items in the pockets of her robes and turned to face Harry. "You ready to leave?"

"Yes."

Stepping close to his side, she held out her arm. "Hold on tight then."

Gripping her arm tightly, Harry squeezed his eyes closed as he was sucked into a blur of colors with a faint POP.

So, got over my writers block for this chapter, but I don't know when the next one will be up, hopefully soon. Any idea that you have would be great.

*Open All Hours – Great comedy by the English. If you haven't seen it, look it up on YouTube.

Now go and smack that button that you love so much.

Kat.