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From Chapter 3:
At that moment, the Headmaster walked in and inquired, "Harry, are you feeling better now. I am so sorry. I have just had a talk to the Dursleys, and –"
Chapter 4:
I have been successful in persuading them to let go of the papers that claimed you as their charge. They were quite reluctant – seemed to want you to do their work for them. I have your adoption papers with you."
Harry, wide-eyed, whispered "Does that mean I won't ever have to go to the Dursley's again?"
"Yes, after you decide which person you want to be your guardian. Now, do you have any idea on who you want the person to be? The people who would love to claim you as part of their families include the Weasleys, the Grangers, Lupin, the Longbottoms, and of course, your godmother."
"Professor McGonagall, of course, is my first choice. But are you sure that you want to do this?"
"Harry, your mother was like my daughter and it would be an honor for me to have the chance to raise you."
"Well," Dumbledore said, picking up the papers and summoning a quill, "you both just have to sign here and here."
After signing it, Harry and his professor/godmother watched it hover above them, scroll up and become tied with a black ribbon, and whiz off to the Ministry of Magic. Harry was so happy – he finally had someone he could call his family! He didn't realize that he was emitting a brilliant golden light that had soon enveloped him and McGonagall. The Headmaster watched in amazement as the room became brighter and brighter, with Harry continually giving off a glow that had now filled the room and seeped under the door. Things began to look more beautiful in the hospital wing, the beds all turning into ones similar to the beds in the boys' room in Gryffindor tower, the ceiling began to twinkle with the sight of stars forming on a cloudless night.
Suddenly, Harry's newfound "mother" glowed purple and her appearance began to change. Her face started to smooth out, the wrinkles disappearing, her hair growing darker and thicker, and the Headmaster and the Healer realized that Harry was unconsciously changing his godmother into the way that Minerva would have liked to look when she was a mother. Both were out cold soon, out of exhaustion.
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When Minerva regained consciousness, she immediately felt more energetic and healthy. When she turned around, she saw Harry lying on the bed next to hers, with a peaceful and blissful smile on his face. She smiled one of her rare smiles at the sight and got up. When she stood, Poppy ran out.
"Oh, good, your alright!" she said.
Minerva questioned "why wouldn't I be?"
"You haven't looked in a mirror yet, have you." Poppy pushed her towards the infirmary bathroom and Minerva peered into the mirror.
"What happened to me!!!???" she shrieked.
"Harry was so happy and I believe he could sense you thoughts that you would like to be younger and actually like a mother-aged figure. Harry unintentionally de-aged you and once again, is magically drained."
"Well, should I stay this way? Or is there someway to change me back to my original appearance??"
At this moment, Harry stirred and both women rushed to him, and when he saw Minerva, he froze.
"Did I do this to you? Oh, I 'm so sorry, I should asked you, but – I could sense that you wanted to be like this, so I just changed you – I'm so sorry!"
"Don't worry Harry, it's fine. But do you know if you might be able to change me back whenever I wanted to? I don't mind being like this, but what would the students say if they saw me?"