Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Harry Potter.
Minerva McGonagall inwardly smiled as Harry was greeted by all the DA members. He had come to visit all his friends during Christmas break, but the Headmistress knew better. Her suspicions were confirmed as Harry wrapped a certain redhead into a tight hug.
Finally, a nice relaxing break. McGonagall slumped in her chair with relief. Her hand was killing her with all the paperwork.
Minerva wrapped a cloak around her shoulders. There was nothing prettier than the snow at night, the moon gleaming.
Sipping on some warm Butterbeer, the Headmistress walked through the snow, her cloak brushing against the light drizzle of snow.
Savoring the Butterbeer scorching down her throat, McGonagall spotted a head through the flurry of snow.
Tightening her grip on her cloak, the older witch walked over. The mysterious person was standing in front of graves, Minerva knew too well. She cried over them a lot.,
"You'll catch a cold Potter," scolded the witch, casting a Heating Charm over the two of them. The snow had gotten fiercer and chilled her old bones to the core.
"Nice to see you to Professor," Harry turned, an amused look flickering in his emerald eyes. It quickly faded.
The two stood there, in the blazing snow, staring at the graves sitting there coldly. The young wizard suddenly collapsed to his knees, angry tears streaming down his face.
"I did this," his voice was bitter cold. "I caused all their deaths. They all died, for me, because of me!" Harry's voice got louder and louder, all his anguish and agony bursting.
Minerva stood there quietly, as the boy raged, mad grief clouding his face. Her heart ached for the son of James and Lily Potter.
She didn't say comforting words, or hug him, or tell him that it wasn't your fault, everything's going to be okay.
The Headmistress stayed with him in the cold, giving him a rock to lean on, letting him pour all of his heartbroken self out.
They stayed like that until the fierce snow slowed down into beautiful snowflakes, floating down.
(Minerva McGonagall was Harry Potter's rock always, but that didn't mean she appreciated him giving his first born son a name to wreck Hogwarts.)
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Loved this chapter :) McGonagall's relationship with Harry is wonderful. This segment is for GillyweedTabbyCat's request. Hope you like it! Happy Thanksgiving!