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A/N - Sorry for the hiatus. Between graduation and working it was a struggle to come up with content. However, I am now in what is called "The Groove of Things" and decided it was about time to post another update. Enjoy!
The Incident
Emily was many things. She was a witch, a daughter of her loving parents, a book worm and a bit too smart for a 4 year old to be at her age. However, at the moment she was scared as any 4 year old can get.
She was currently sitting outside of a big room which some older witch told her was the hospital wing. She had been visiting her daddy's work since it was Bring Your Little Witch/Wizard to Work Day and she was having a wonderful time exploring Hogwarts with the other children. She met Hagrid and made quick friends with the friendly half-giant who had showed her many cool if somewhat dangerous magical animals he was currently taking care of. She met Professor Sprout and was amazed by the various plants that were out and about. Her favorite part was of course visiting her daddy's class which was Practical Magic for Self Defense. However, this was were thing started to go south.
Emily was instantly a student favorite in the class with many of the female students cooing and ahhing over the little girl. She was even popular with the boys since she had no reservations about playing pranks on some of the students when her father was preoccupied with something else. This earned her many high fives and conspiratory winks from the student body. Harry thought the constant giggling he heard was just in his head.
Harry had started a group of 5th year students on the banishing spell and had everyone practice on banishing a pillow into the wall across them. Emily was having a blast and was trying to catch the various feathers that burst out of the pillows on contact. She accidentally slipped and fell in front of a pillow that someone was aiming at and was almost hit with the curse but was saved when her father jumped in front of the spell before he was slammed into the wall behind her. Needless to say, Harry was sent to the hospital wing and the students were all trying to console a crying 4 year old before Headmistress McGonagall arrived to handle this situation.
Emily sniffed as she recounted the incident in her head. She cursed her eidetic memory as she remembered her dad screaming "No Emily!" as he jumped in front of her and then remembering how lifeless Harry was when she turned around to check on him. She couldn't help the tears that started to fall down her puffy cheeks when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Headmistress McGonagall sitting down beside her.
"Will Daddy be okay?" asked Emily in between sniffs.
"Worry not little cub." said Minerva as she put a comforting arm around Emily. "Your father was always a stubborn one. This is probably nothing compared to what your hooligan father and his friends got up to back in his day." Minerva smiled as she reminisced.
"You knew Daddy?" asked Emily looking up to the older lady.
"Oh yes my dear. Your father was always making trouble for us professors although to be fair, trouble seemed to have a knack for finding him as opposed to the other way around."
This seemed to pique Emily's interest as she rapid fired questions left and right about anything her father did in school. Minerva smiled as she easily kept up to the demand and fired back with story after story. Suddenly the door to the hospital wing and and older witch emerged with large clipboard.
"Ah, Minerva. Just who I was looking for." greeted Madam Pomfrey. She looked towards the lady. "And you must be Mr. Potter's daughter."
"Hi." Emily responded shyly as she tried to hide behind Minerva's robes. "Is Daddy okay yet?"
"Of course dear. I am a professional and the best in my class." Glared Madam Pomfrey good naturedly. "He's been worrying his hair off about his little darling and asked to see her immediately." With that she opened the door behind her and motioned for Minerva and Emily to enter. Emily looked nervously up to Minerva who extended her hand. Emily latched on to her and let her lead them to a private hospital bed.
"DADDY!" cried Emily as soon as her father came in to view. She stopped as she approached the bed and looked to Madam Pomfrey who smiled and gave her a nod. She instantly jumped on the bed and cried into her father's embrace. "I was -sob so scared and you were -hic and you didn't -hic"
"Shhh by darling." soothed Harry as he rubbed circles around Emily's back. "I'm alright see?" Harry made a big show to point out he had all ten of fingers, he could indeed wiggle his toes and he could still cuddle her without problem. It'll take a lot more than some banishing spell to take me away from you and I would gladly take a million banishing hexes if it meant keeping you safe." Harry tightened his embrace and felt Emily's sobs start to subside.
Minerva smiled misty eyed as she watched her unofficial favorite ex-student and his daughter embrace. "You better believe him little cub. It'll take a literal army to take your father out." Minerva smirked as she say Harry start to blush.
"Ahem." Interrupted Madam Pomfrey, "although Mr. Potter appears to be alright, I do need to keep him for a few more hours. Whoever cast that spell was indeed very powerful. He managed to fracture your collarbone which luckily turned out to be the only thing that broke. You should consider yourself lucky Mr. Potter."
Harry and Emily nodded in agreement before Emily slid down and took her place beside Minerva and grabbing hold of the other witch's hand.
"Come with me cub." Said Minerva as she led Emily towards the exit. "Your father needs to heal. I'll show you my office. I heard you enjoy reading." Emily's smile threatened to overtake her face at the mention of the possibility of new books to read.
"Bye Daddy!" cried Emily as she quickly ran back to her father and gave him a huge hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek before running back and taking Minerva's hand.
Emily smiled as Minerva led her to the Headmistress' Office while listening to various anecdotes about her father and how he was caught in his various acts of hooliganism.
"Aunt Minny, can I call you Aunt Minny?" said Emily as she tugged on the older witch's robes. Minerva was shocked at the nickname. She always maintained a professional relationship with her students and alumni yet although she had to admit that a certain Potter family seemed to be the exception to her rule.
"Of course cub. I would love it if you would call me that." replied Minerva with a smile. Self made rules be damned.
When they arrived at a funny looking gargoyle, she heard Minerva say "Litter box" and watched in amazement as the gargoyle bowed and hopped to the side revealing a spiral staircase. At the top she marvelled at the sight. Quidditch gear and various quidditch memorabilia adorned the wall. Bookcases were filled along each of the walls but what caught her eye immediately was a cat scratching post and some balls of yarn sitting in front of a large mahogany desk.
"Do you have a cat? Is this where it plays?" asked Emily examining.
Minerva smirked as she thought about how to proceed with this question. She felt that if she had to do it, it might as well be her for her new favorite cub. She could also do with some exercise. Being cooped up in an office all day did leave her joints all stiff and squeaky. She concluded that this was indeed the correct answer to her little cub's question. She decided to answer with another question.
"Well cub, do you know what an animagus is?"
A/N - If any of you noticed, I do tend to make a lot of plot errors as I tend to immediately upload a chapter after finishing, usually before I remember to proofread. I do appreciate the reviews pointing out things and I do enjoy implementing my mistakes into the story. Please continue to review!
