"Miss Johnson, how dare you make such a racket in the Great Hall! Five points from Gryffindor!"

"But Professor — he's gone and landed himself in detention again —"

"What's this, Potter?" said Professor McGonagall sharply, rounding on Harry. "Detention? From whom?"

"From Professor Umbridge," muttered Harry, not meeting Professor McGonagall's beady, square-framed eyes.

"Are you telling me," she said, lowering her voice so that the group of curious Ravenclaws behind them could not hear, "that after the warning I gave you last Monday you lost your temper in Professor Umbridge's class again?"

"Yes," Harry muttered, speaking to the floor.

"Potter, you must get a grip on yourself! You are heading for serious trouble! Another five points from Gryffindor!"

"But — what? Professor, no!" Harry said, furious at this injustice. "I'm already being punished by her, why do you have to take points as well?"

"Because detentions do not appear to have any effect on you whatsoever!" said Professor McGonagall tartly. "No, not another word of complaint, Potter! And as for you, Miss Johnson, you will confine your shouting matches to the Quidditch pitch in future or risk losing the team Captaincy!"

She strode back toward the staff table. Angelina gave Harry a look of deepest disgust and stalked away, upon which Harry flung himself onto the bench beside Ron, fuming.

"She's taken points off Gryffindor because I'm having my hand sliced open every night! How is that fair, how?"

{A/N Taken from Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix. I do not own Harry Potter. The story is mine.}

"Potter!" Professor McGonagall said very sharply. "What did you just say?!"

"Nothing." Harry said.

"Potter, my office immediately!" McGonagall said very sharply. Harry could tell that she meant business, so reluctantly, he followed, leaving Ron and Hermione.

The two remained silent as they walked towards Minerva's office.

Harry was undoubtedly nervous. He didn't want McGonagall to think Umbridge had gotten the better of him! (Or Umbitch, as Fred and George recently started to call her - Harry had to agree)

Harry and Minerva (A/N I'm too lazy typing McGonagall all the time and I like calling her Minerva. So deal with it) reached Minerva's office.

"In Harry." Minerva said sadly.

Harry entered the office and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.

Minerva walked in quickly and slammed the door.

"Sit, Harry. And take a bloody biscuit." She said angrily, opening the biscuit tin.

Harry sat down and took a funny looking biscuit and bit into it.

"Now, Harry, what's this about slicing your hand open?!" Minerva said furiously.

Harry gulped. Professor McGonagall could be quite scary.

"Ummm... Nothing, honestly, don't worry about it, Professor." Harry said quickly.

"Harry Potter!" Minerva said sharply. "Show me your damn hand!"

Then she seemed to regain her composure.

"Harry, no need to be so afraid of me." She said.

"No, it's because you said two swearwords in the space of about two minutes." Harry said, taking another bite out of the biscuit. "Fred and George will kill for this information."

"One; please don't tell Fred and George." Minerva said. Harry nodded.

"And two; show me your hand." Minerva said.

Harry put his hand on the desk, not looking Minerva in her eyes.

"The other hand too, Potter." Minerva said.

Harry ate the rest of his biscuit and put his other hand on the desk.

I must not tell lies.

Minerva went white.

"Umbitch will not do this to any student, especially to the grandson of my best friend." Minerva said angrily, her face going white.

Harry's mouth fell open.

"You knew my grandparents?!" He said excitedly.

"Yes, I did." Minerva said, her white going back to it's original color. "Your mother and father's parents."

Harry was grinning.

"But I will not let this continue." Minerva said.

Harry groaned.

"Don't, Harry." Minerva said. "Come on, I think it's time to pay a visit to Dumbledore's office."

Harry groaned again.

"Harry, don't you dare." Minerva said kindly.

"But-"

"Harry James Fleamont Henry Potter, don't you be a miniature version of your grandfather. I've done this before, I will do it again. I will Stun you if you don't be cooperative with me!" Minerva said.

Harry looked shocked but then he grinned.

"You Stunned my grandad?"

Minerva smirked.

"Yes, and one of your great uncles, Edward Potter. Such an idiot, though it doesn't mean I don't bloody miss the lad." Minerva said sadly, her eyes swimming with tears.

"You don't have to talk about it." Harry said. "By the way, where did you get these biscuits? They're delicious."

"Your great grandmother, Charlotte, my aunt-" Minerva began but was cut off by Harry.

"Wait, what?! We're related?" He said.

"Third cousins, believe it or not. Your grandfather, Fleamont Potter, he was my favorite cousin." Minerva said, smiling sadly. "He died when he was only forty five."

Harry's heart shattered.

"I'm sorry. But what did people usually call him?" Harry asked.

"Well, most people called him Monty, I occasionally called him Flea. I was the only person who was allowed to call him 'Flea'. Except Neville Longbottom's grandda, Johnathan Longbottom. But it was mostly me who called Monty Flea." Minerva explained. "But when you were a baby, you called him Grandda."

"Can you tell me more about Grandda later?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Agreed." Minerva said. "Now, we were on our way to Dumbledore's office?"

Harry groaned.

"Harry, remember what I said earlier!"

"Alright then, I'm coming!"

Harry exited the door and walked down the corridor.

Minerva looked sadly at a photo on the wall with a teenage boy in it, dancing around in victory with a teenage girl. They were both wearing the Gryffindor Quidditch team uniform.

"He is so your grandson, Monty. You would be so proud." Minerva said, not stopping a few tears sliding down her face.

Then she turned around and shut the door, wiping the tears away from her face.

"Harry, I'm coming." She said, seeing Harry at the end of the corridor