Chapter 35

Readingbeyondyourvocab- Umm k so I feel mildly stupid but what does brotp mean? And I'm pretty sure I'm back for good. Though with life you just never know. I wish it was more predictable… sadly it's not … yet. And I'm glad you're still reading and that you like it.

Applejax XD – I hope this next chapter wasn't a disappointment. And I would hope James would be proud he is her father after all: P I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

RavenclawPrincess238- Peeves is pretty cool isn't he I feel like he's going to be getting a pretty good part in my story. Ok honestly this prank isn't my best ever so I hope it didn't totally disappoint I actually plan on spending more time next chapter (you know when Firas going to be getting in trouble and stuff) explaining exactly what happened. I hoped you liked this chapter!

Peeves point of view (Just this once)

I will however be grateful for the fact that I can carry things unlike most ghosts makes tormenting children so much easier.

Now to get the items on Sapphires unusually short list...

4 buckets

2 hairremovalpotionsfrommadamPomfrey

Tacks

Hair Dye

Sapphires point of view

Balancing buckets of water on doors is hard. But balancing them with dye and other substances on bed posts is even harder.

Harry's point of view

I was mildly worried when we got back and Sapphire still wasn't back yet, but why should I worry. Whatever she did to Malfoy he deserved. So who am I to stand in the way? I just hope she doesn't get caught.

Sapphires point of view

Sneaking out of the Slytherins dorms I was quite proud of what I'd accomplished and couldn't wait till morning.

I practically dragged a very sleepy and mildly grumpy Harry down the stairs in my excitement. Although I paused for a moment to think of the consequences, wand taken away, ground to my room grounded from chocolate (I might flat out die from that one). Eh, not the worse I ever faced so whatevs.

The reason Harry was being dragged down the stair was because I has a feeling Malfoy had learned from his past mistake and was going to be coming early into breakfast. If he came at all that is.

Thankfully come he did, with Red skin and no hair; along with the two Gold bald bullies, and the Blue ladies' man… oh I'm soooo dead.

"Sapphire, What did you do?" Harry whispered between snorts of laughter.

"Me little old, me? How could I have done anything?" I responses

"How Indeed? McGonagall said behind me and I jumped ten feet.

"You scarred me!" I said.

"Well I'm just here to warn you that if I find any evidence I will have to punish you and Professor Severus is fairly upset with you right now. As A matter of fact if I were you I'd go back to your dorm till classes." Minerva advice before walking on.

"Well I suppose I'm going back to the dorms want to come Harry?" I asked, once again grateful for amazing Aunty Minerva.

Harry's point of view

I shrugged and followed Fira back to the dorm. I for one could use two more hours of sleep.

"I wish I could've been there when they woke up there poor feet." Fira giggled. I didn't ask but I had a pretty good idea of what might have happened. Sitting in opposing chairs by the fire I felt toasty warm and tired.

Till a question came to mind that is "Fira what is your relationship with Professor McGonagall? " She looked mildly surprised at the question.

"I call her Aunt but I guess I think off her more as a mom or grandma a parental figure, I suppose" Fira responded. Than a slight smile graced her face, "Harry have I ever told you Professor McGonagall's story?"

"No."

"Would you like to hear it?" I imagined it would be a story of grand begins and amazing deeds because McGonagall, seemed like that kind of person so naturally I was interested, nodding my head that yes she should go on."

"I'm going to start at the beginning stop me if you want to." She warned.

"Minerva McGonagall was the first child, and only daughter, of a Scottish Presbyterian minister and a Hogwarts-educated witch. She grew up in the Highlands of Scotland in the early twentieth century, and only gradually became aware that there was something strange, both about her own abilities, and her parents' marriage.

Minerva's father, the Reverend Robert McGonagall, had become captivated by the high-spirited Isobel Ross, who lived in the same village. Like his neighbors, Robert believed that Isobel attended a secret ladies' boarding school in England. In fact, when Isobel vanished from her home for months at a time, it was to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that she went.

Aware that her parents (a witch and wizard) would frown on a connection with the serious young Muggle, Isobel kept their burgeoning relationship a secret. By the time she was eighteen, she had fallen in love with Robert. Unfortunately, she had not found the courage to tell him what she was.

The couple eloped, to the fury of both sets of parents. Now estranged from her family, Isobel could not bring herself to mar the bliss of the honeymoon by telling her smitten new husband that she had graduated top of her class in Charms at Hogwarts, nor that she had been Captain of the school Quidditch team. Isobel and Robert moved into a manse (minister's house) on the outskirts of Caithness, where the beautiful Isobel proved surprisingly adept at making the most of the minister's tiny salary.

The birth of the young couple's first child, Minerva, proved both a joy and a crisis. Missing her family, and the magical community she had given up for love, Isobel insisted on naming her newborn daughter after her own grandmother, an immensely talented witch. The outlandish name raised eyebrows in the community in which she lived, and the Reverend Robert McGonagall found it difficult to explain his wife's choice to his parishioners. Furthermore, he was alarmed by his wife's moodiness. Friends assured him that women were often emotional after the birth of a baby, and that Isobel would soon be herself again.

Isobel, however, became more and more withdrawn, often secluding herself with Minerva for days at a time. Isobel later told her daughter that she had displayed small, but unmistakable, signs of magic from her earliest hours. Toys that had been left on upper shelves were found in her cot. The family cat appeared to do her bidding before she could talk. Her father's bagpipes were occasionally heard to play themselves from distant rooms, a phenomenon that made the infant Minerva chuckle.

Isobel was torn between pride and fear. She knew that she must confess the truth to Robert before he witnessed something that would alarm him. At last, in response to Robert's patient questioning, Isobel burst into tears, retrieved her wand from the locked box under her bed and showed him what she was.

Although Minerva was too young to remember that night, its aftermath left her with a bitter understanding of the complications of growing up with magic in a Muggle world. Although Robert McGonagall loved his wife no less upon discovering that she was a witch, he was profoundly shocked by her revelation and by the fact that she had kept such a secret from him for so long. What was more, he, who prided himself on being an upright honest man, was now drawn into a life of secrecy that was quite foreign to his nature. Isobel explained, through her sobs, that she (and their daughter) was bound by the International Statute of Secrecy, and that they must conceal the truth about themselves, or face the fury of the Ministry of Magic. Robert also quailed at the thought of how the locals - in the main, an austere, straight-laced and conventional breed - would feel about having a witch as their Minister's wife.

Love endured, but trust had been broken between her parents, and Minerva, a clever and observant child, saw this with sadness. Two more children, both sons, were born to the McGonagall's, and both, in due course, revealed magical ability. Minerva helped her mother explain to Malcolm and Robert Junior that they must not flaunt their magic, and aided her mother in concealing from their father the accidents and embarrassments their magic sometimes caused.

Minerva was very close to her Muggle father, whom in temperament she resembled more than her mother. She saw with pain how much he struggled with the family's strange situation. She sensed too, how much of a strain it was on her mother to fit in with the all-Muggle village, and how much she missed the freedom of being with her own kind, and of not exercising her considerable talents. Minerva never forgot how much her mother cried, when the letter of admittance into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry arrived on Minerva's eleventh birthday; she knew that Isobel was sobbing, not only out of pride, but also of envy."

So that's where I'm going to end this chapter. Sorry it's not fabulous I have a really bad headache which by the way does anyone know any good home remedies for headaches because I EXTREMLY DISLIKE taking Advil or Tylenol. Thanks for reading, any thoughts or ideas on how I can improve my writing? Things you liked things you Hated? Feedback is very much appreciated. And as always thanks for reading.