The school year has not ended yet. Something bad must lead to summer.

Chapter 55: Something Albus Didn't Want to Tell

Minerva met her brother outside of Albus' office. It was just three weeks left till summer and the mess with the Chamber would be behind them.

"What do you think we're here for?" Ares asked straightening his tie.

"Dumbledore wouldn't say," Minerva shook her head.

"Well the Chamber's been closed maybe he wants to apologize about our excommunication," Ares shrugged.

"Ares don't be a moron Albus never thought we were Slytherin heirs," Minerva huffed knocking briskly.

The twelve year old rolled his eyes at his sister as they entered the office. Albus looked up from his papers and gave a sad smile.

"Minerva, Ares please come in and sit," Albus sighed.

"What's wrong?" Ares asked as they sat down.

"Minerva…Ares your brother Apollo will be here in less than an hour to take you home. It is with my most heart felt regret that I have to tell you your grandparents Rosalyn and Malcolm have died," Albus stated.

"Wh-what?" Minerva asked.

"They were taking a country drive with the Potters and your parents and there was a terrible wreck. Your grandparents were dead at the scene," Albus explained.

"Wh…what about Ma and Da?" Ares asked.

"The letter stated your father had a few cuts and a broken leg but was fine. Constance and Richard Potter escaped with just a few bruises and lacerations," Albus read.

"What about mother? Oh gods Albus please say mother is all right!" Minerva cried tears pouring down her porcelain face. Albus hated seeing her like that but there wasn't much he can do.

"Athena didn't say. I'm very sorry," Albus sighed.

Ares and Minerva held each other as they mourned for their grandparents and cried over what they didn't know about their mother.


"What's happened Apollo! Where's mother!" Minerva exclaimed rushing to her brother and wrapping herself around his strong frame.

"What do you mean…oh no Athena didn't tell you did she?" Apollo sighed bending down to the two.

"Tell us what?" Ares asked as Minerva sniffed.

"Mama got out of the car before it even started flipping. She…well…turns out she's an animagus," Apollo explained.

"What?" the two chorused.

"Well Mina you've been training with Albus. You know some Animagi learn of their ability when they are under stress and some under perfect calm," Apollo explained. Minerva nodded.

"Well she transformed into a cat and jumped out of the window. She's curled up in the hospital with Da scared to death he may die on her. She's very upset about this whole thing. Come on she wants her kitten to cuddle," Apollo stated. The two children grabbed his hands and they disappeared to St. Mungo's.

Apollo took the children down the halls to the room where their father was. True to Apollo's word their mother was sitting on the bed with Stewart and both looked very upset.

"Babies! Oh babies come to mama," Katherine cried shooting out of the bed and engulfing the two tightly. They held onto their mother with all they had and sobbed.


Minerva had her arms wrapped around her mother's thin waist as the funeral ended and the coffins were set on fire in the regular wizarding way. As the flames burned the thought occurred to her that one day she would have to do this and it frightened her more than anything.

She held tighter and sobbed more.

"Honey…honey we have to go to the reading of the will. Is she going to let go?" Stewart asked petting Minerva's head. At sixteen the girl came up to just Katherine's chest.

"Are you going to make her?" Katherine asked daring him to try as she wove her hand in her daughter's black curls scratching her head. Stewart shook his head and started off.

"Come on baby you can stay by me," Katherine whispered as she led the girl into the old McGonagall Manor.

Lorna, Ross, Katherine, Stewart, George, Anna, Minerva, and Cameron were sitting around a table in the house as Stewart opened the will and donned his oval glasses.

"As the attorney of Lord and Lady Malcolm McGonagall I will be reading the will," Stewart stated professionally.

"Get on with it," Cameron snapped.

The man had returned just for the funeral and will. His appearance had become bird like and he was thin and hunched over with a sharp looking knows and grey hair. He was no longer the sloppy but dashing young man of his youth. It was clear he'd been up to know good. Dark ARts without a trained knowledge of them always ruined something about someone. They always left their mark.

"Lord and Lady McGonagall had a joint will that they wrote almost ten years ago and this is the will of record," Stewart said glaring at his younger brother as he continued.

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We Rosalyn and Malcolm McGonagall being of sound minds and bodies do here by bequeath the following of our possessions to our children and their spouses.

To Stewart and Katherine we live the McGonagall Estate and all it's contents as well as the titles Lord and Lady McGonagall and the positions as Head Governor and the seat on the Wizenagamont. We also leave them 16 million galleons in our vault.

To Lorna and George we leave a one time gift of 3 million galleons to be transferred to their vault after our death. We also leave her with her mother's goblin jewelry.

To Ross and Anna we live a one time gift of 4 million galleons and his father's sword collection.

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"That's it except for the emerald earrings they've left Mina," Stewart stated. An elf appeared with wine for everyone.

"What do you mean that's it!? What about me?" Cameron snapped angrily.

"Nothing is there get over it," Stewart said handing the will to Katherine.

She flipped through it and started reading. "To Cameron McGonagall should he decide to appear," she began.

"Bloody hell he is in it!" Ross blinked.

"I knew it. Read it," Cameron smirked lighting one of his father's cigars and taking a long breath.

"To Cameron McGonagall should he decide to appear we leave my cigars and 30 galleons. We leave this because a pureblood should leave every child something. Stewart receives the bulk because he is the eldest and we are only leaving Cameron something out of kindness. We also leave these parting words for all of our children…Pureness is the thing that will end in war. It doesn't matter who your kids marry as long as a squib never mars the lineage!" Katherine read.

"Leave it to father to put that in his will," Ross laughed. "To Malcolm and Rosie!"

"To Malcolm and Rosie!" Everyone saluted.

Cameron pouted in his chair smoking his cigar and trying to figure out just how much pretty Katherine was worth.