Title: The Goddesses

Summary: Pomona and Minerva meet.

Rating: K+

WC: 318

Notes:

Gardening - Task #12 -Write about Pomona Sprout

Slight AU! Spout and McGonagall are the same age

Pomona Sprout was very interested in a subject that many people found boring: Herbology. She had always been good at Herbology. She was teased mercilessly for liking the subject. She was usually strong but she was crying in an alcove.

"You alright?"

Pomona wiped her tears and looked up. It was a Gryffindor in her year she recognized her but couldn't remember her name.

"I'm alright. People are just teasing me for liking Herbology."

The other girl nodded. "Don't listen to them."

Pomona sobered up.

"I'm Minerva McGonagall."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Pomona Sprout."

Minerva nodded. "You know both are names are Roman mythology. Minerva is the goddess of wisdom."

"I think Pomona is the goddess of fruit trees, gardens and orchards," Pomona said.

"That fits with your interest in Herbology."

Pomona nodded. "What's your specialty?"

"I'm very good in Transfiguration," Minerva said.

Pomona said. "I'm dreadful at Transfiguration."

"I could tutor you. I need even more extra credit so I can get Prefect in my fifth year."

Pomona offered. "Are you horrible in Herbology like I'm bad at Transfiguration."

Minerva blushed. "I could use some help."

After that day, the two girls tutored each other. They really balanced each other out Minerva was the the quiet one and Pomona was the always smiling and happy one.

It was years later now, Both Minerva and Pomona were professors of their respective favorite subjects. Pomona was teaching her sixth years when Dumbledore walked in.

"Oh, hello Dumbledore."

"I'm afraid Minerva has been taken to St. Mungos for taking stunners to the chest."

"Will she be okay?"

"You know Minerva, she's a fighter."

Pomona excused her students and they apparated to St. Mungos.

"Hey Min," Pomona greeted her longtime friend.

Minerva greeted hoarsely. " Hey, Mona."

"I can't believe you took stunners to your chest and lived."

Minerva said. "I'm not going down because of bloody Umbridge."

Pomona chuckled.