Authors Note: I'm happy to let you know, we're back to the fourth year, it'll be the night after Harry fucks McGonagall. So you know, McGonagall won't be with child just yet. But it won't be long before she is.
Chapter Six!
As Harry left the Maine Coon behind him he was smiling inside at the sense of accomplishment he'd gained from dominating the large cat. Over the summer he fucked the nearby stray cats, taking pleasure in mating Mrs. Figgs part Kneazles, keeping the woman awake at night from the loud yowling of the queens. He'd done it as he was curious to experience the feeling of fucking them but it was nothing like fucking that Maine Coon. When he'd originally left the Gryffindor Tower he was going to dominate the one cat that everyone hated, Mrs. Norris, to show her that there was a new top cat in school and it had the added benefit that is would piss Filch off. Simply put, if the man was going to try and nail him with punishments for things he didn't do, well, he was going to return the favor and nail his cat. But as he started searching for the much loathed feline he saw some other males wandering towards a female Maine Coon. His Kneazle side was telling him that the female cat was in heat, more like screaming really, and he could guess what the others wanted from her. His Kneazle instincts wanted this cat for himself however, and his human side didn't want sloppy seconds, so he took action and drove the other tom cats away so he could enjoy the female in peace.
His plan was to fuck the Maine Coon one time and then move on to find Mrs. Norris. But after the first mating all thoughts of anything but emptying every drop of his seed into the Coon left his mind. For some reason this cat was different, as if he had to prove something to her. After the first time he wanted to do it again and again, to dominate her and to make her his in some animalistic fashion, and for the next half hour he'd done just that, even though he wasn't sure why. It was like he knew exactly what this cat wanted and he was more than happy to do it for her. Thinking about it he realized that this wasn't the first time this happened, his Kneazle form was very empathetic to other creatures and felines in particular. He would have to read up on Kneazles again when he was less exhausted as every bit of energy he had was poured into the Maine Coon, literally, he was having trouble standing, let alone even walking straight.
Deciding his plans for Mrs. Norris could wait, he staggered back to the Gryffindor Tower and barely managed to hurl himself up onto his bed before he fell asleep, still in his Kneazle form, under the covers and dreamt about how all this started, how he became an animagus, a Multi-Animagus in fact, along with everything else he'd learned this past summer.
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Harry slept for the next six hours and during the night he transformed back into his human form. Whilst he slept the tattoo around his wrest became a bracelet once again and disintegrated into nothing; the magic inside it spent. Once the bracelet was gone Harry's body began to slowly shift, growing from 4" 10' to 5" 8', his hair lengthening down to his shoulder, his bangs growing to cover his eyes and his muscles expanding on his frame. Working out in every form he had available to him had made him fit enough to make every witch, several wizards and maybe even a few of the teachers drool if they'd been able to see under his robes.
When Harry woke up and stretched out he realized he was in his human form again. But what was strange was that although he was wearing his glasses, his vision was blurry. When he took them off he was surprised that he could see clearly. Not sure why he could see so well, he stood. Instantly feeling dizzy and light headed, he fell backward into a sitting position on the bed. Not sure what was wrong with his body, or why he had lost balance, he gave himself a look over. He saw that his arms and legs were longer than when he had gone to bed. Looking more closely he could clearly see that his muscles had more tone that before, looking down he noticed he now had a six pack and then glancing further down he smiled, his dick had grown and his balls seemed bigger. If that particular bit of growth transferred over to his animal form he feared he may have to start warding himself. He already had a following of female cats that followed him around back at Privet Drive when he was in his Kneazle form. Shaking that thought off he noticed the tattoo on his arm had disappeared. He looked around for it, but couldn't find it. Since it was clearly gone, he decided that he would have to get accustomed to his new height, weight and centre of balance. But overall, he was very pleased with his new appearance. He knew his appearance would take a while to get used to, but he figured it would now be easy to get a girlfriend, which was well worth any discomfort.
It took a few minutes to regain his balance one he stood and started to walk about, but once he did he checked the time and found it was quarter to six in the morning. Seeing that he had some time before breakfast he decided to take his morning run as not only would this help him keep his physique, but it would also help him adapt to his new body. After putting his training gear on he left the Gryffindor Tower, smiling as he thought about how people were going to react to his new body.
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It was half past five when Professor Minerva McGonagall awoke from her sex driven sleep, she was still in her cat form and felt very sore and sticky from the copious amount of sex with the black Kneazle the night before. She still couldn't quite believe what had happened. It had been years since she'd had sex like that; not since her husband Matthew had been alive. Although she felt that she'd betrayed him somehow, even if it was with just a cat, she knew that Matthew would want her to be happy, be it with a human or a cat and as she reflected on it she couldn't help but want nothing more than to see the black Kneazle and have him dominate her again.
As she transformed back into a human and walked back to her room on the seventh floor, near the Gryffindor Tower, she wondered if she would ever find a human like the Kneazle to dominate her. She wanted someone strong, good looking and confident in himself that would be able to take her, push her to her limits and enjoy every second of it just as much as she did. She suddenly saw a black haired hunk coming from around the corner, he looked like he was in his teens with a very toned body that the students of this school could only dream of. Her cat instincts were telling her that he was an alpha, not any old alpha but The alpha that she had been looking for in her human form. Her human side was fighting this idea, she couldn't place who he was but he was definitely too young to be anything but a student. Looking closely at his face she was shocked as she saw green eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. She couldn't believe it, the person in front of her was Harry Potter, one of her two of her favourite students, the other being Hermione Granger. She felt a pang of guilt that she had been lusting over one her students and a fourteen years old one at that.
"Mr. Potter?" She asked. While she was almost sure that the person in front of her was Harry Potter, she had to make sure, as his appearance had just radically changed from yesterday and she just couldn't believe what she was seeing, no one could change that much in a few hour.
"Morning Professor McGonagall." Harry said brightly with a smile that Minerva hadn't seen in many years, a smile that James Potter used many times to try and get out of trouble. It had never worked with many of the Professors, not even with her but with Lily's eyes and this new confidence in him, and something she could put her finger on, it was hard to fight. It didn't help that Harry was now talking with more confidence than she'd ever seen Harry show before. He normally tried to stay in the shadows, but now… "How can I help a lovely lady like you this fine morning? I'm off to take a run around the lake before breakfast." Harry inquired politely. Patrick had told him that if he was smooth and polite towards the professors it would go far, but he had also warned him that it didn't always work, so to be careful.
McGonagall pushed passed her reluctance to punish the boy with the dazzling smile before her and finally said in a scolding tone. "Mr. Potter can you tell me HOW your body has changed like it has overnight? What sort of magic or potions have you used to do this?" Really there was no other possibility option in her mind. Mr. Potter was a sweet boy but he lacked direction and drive, there was no way he would have spent his summer working on his physique and not just lazing about.
"Oh! It's not what you're thinking Professor McGonagall," Harry assured her as he realized what his Professor was getting at, "Sure I took a few potions but that was over a month ago and I've been working out all summer."
"Please Harry, don't lie to me," She said sharply, "I've taught you for three years now and you've never shown the kind of drive you would have needed to do that. Now tell me the truth."
"I know it's hard to believe Professor, seeing how I've acted the past three years," Harry said, still a bit ashamed of himself. "But I meet up with a wizard by the name of Patrick Footman over the summer and he knocked some sense into me. He came looking for me since he didn't have a heir, because he couldn't have one and he wanted to teach me what he knew so his knowledge wouldn't be lost," Harry said looking sad, as what he said was true, Patrick told him that because of his stray in Azkaban he was no longer able to have children. So he set it up so Harry would be his heir and should he die Harry would get everything he owned. "Hearing the rumours about me, he wanted to see me to see if they were true or not and after finding out it was true, we talked about a few things. He made me think about some personal issues and then knocked some sense into me, made me want to come out of the shadows that I've always been hiding myself in. So with his help and training I became what stands before you, someone who'll do what it takes to be the best."
Minerva McGonagall was genuinely shocked and if she guessed right from what Mr. Potter told her, he'd been holding back on her, hiding himself away and never doing his best. But whoever this Patrick Footman was, she could sense even now that he had awakened something within Mr. Potter that was calling to her, something powerful and dominating. She could tell by the way Potter was talking he wasn't like before, he was more confident and wasn't the frightened boy he used to be. But still, "Mr. Potter do you know how dangerous it was to take potions from an unknown wizard?" Professor McGonagall asked worriedly, "For all you know he could have used these potions to poison you. You, out of everybody in this world, should know to be careful in trusting an unknown wizard seeing that you're famous for defeating You-Know-Who and that there are still those out there who are loyal to the Dark Lord and would do anything to take revenge on you for defeating him. So you're coming with me to see Madame Pomfrey to see if these potions you took had any poisons or negative side effects. And if so, we can reverse them. You don't know what kind of damage or danger you could be in or done to yourself."
Harry could understand Professor McGonagall concern, he was the Boy-Who-Lived and like it or not many of Voldemort's followers had escaped Azkaban by buying their way out, or never being found out. Many of Voldemort's most loyal followers would want to pay him back for defeating their Lord and Master and they were only waiting for the right time to do so. Many of them hadn't done anything yet either because they hadn't been able to find him or because he was at Hogwarts and under the careful eye of Dumbledore, or many other reasons that he could and couldn't think of. But still he knew the truth about Patrick, so trying to tell her part of the truth, he begun to say, "Professor, I understand your concern, but I -"
"No excuses Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall snapped. Why couldn't her day be easy? She was more relaxed then she had been in decades, she simply wanted to focus on remembering the prior night a bit longer before dealing with this kind of thing. But it wasn't to be, "You're coming with me to the Hospital Wing to see Madame Pomfrey to make sure that the potions weren't a long term poison. So you can come willingly or I can stun you and take you there. Either way is fine by me."
Harry sighed, he wanted to take his morning run and see a friend he hadn't seen for a while, he knew that there was no point is arguing but it chaffed him that someone was in control of his life once again, something he didn't like now that he was his own man. But thinking about it, this could be a good thing, he wanted to talk to Professor McGonagall anyway, so he said with a smile, "Alright Professor I'll come willingly, I need to talk to you about my classes anyway." Then he thought of something, "Now I think about it, this might be for the best, I wouldn't want to start a rumour that I got this way though Dark Magic by sacrificing thirty virgins or something, and with you there you can inform the Headmaster so that he doesn't jump to conclusion and try to undo my hard work." And with that he began to walk towards the Hospital Wing.
Minerva was surprised by his lack of resistance. She'd thought that Harry would put up more of a fight, as she knew how much he hated the Hospital Wing and she thought she would have to stun him. She was also shocked that Mr. Potter was implying that Albus would want him weak. That couldn't be right, sure if it was done by Dark Magic he would do so, for the safety of Harry, but to do so when it wasn't Dark Magic? She couldn't believe Albus would want to keep Mr. Potter in a weakened state. Lost in thought, she remained silent as she followed Harry to the Hospital Wing.
As Harry and Professor McGonagall walked towards the Hospital Wing, she couldn't keep her mind off what her student told her. "Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall started in her normal stern tone, "Can you tell me what you mean when you said you want to talk to me about your classes. Also, were you implying that Albus would want you unhealthy?"
Harry cursed himself, he didn't mean to imply anything - out loud anyway - especially in front of Professor McGonagall. But as he thought about it, if he could get Professor McGonagall as an ally, it would be quite the boon. He had been giving a great amount of thought about Patrick's idea and like it or not he would need allies, so why not try and recruit the head of his house? If he could get Professor McGonagall on his side, he could have a 'man on the inside', so to speak and someone in the school that was close to Dumbledore. The worst case scenario would be for her to tell the Headmaster and the rest of his schooling would probably be difficult.
"Oh, all right, I'll tell you but I don't think you'll like what I have to say." Harry warned her, hoping she might back down and avoid the worst case scenario. Hearing no response and taking it to mean she wasn't going to be swayed, he continued glumly, "I've been thinking a lot over this past summer and I realized that the Headmaster doesn't have my best interest in mind like he tells me and others that he does. I won't say anything about my home life, as it's personal, but I've told him how bad it was and hoped he could help me but he said I had to stay there, even though it was very clearly against my will."
Minerva McGonagall currently sported the glare that made her the most feared professor in Hogwarts, Snape wasn't, as he liked to think he was. "I told Albus they were the worst sort of muggles." She muttered angrily. Seeing his look of anger, she went on to say, "Yes Mr. Potter, I was there when Albus left you there, I tried to tell him that you wouldn't be welcome, but he wouldn't listen. I'm sorry I didn't do more to help but I didn't have the power to do so."
Hearing this bit of new news made Harry distrust the Headmaster a bit more then he already did. Although he was upset with Professor McGonagall, as she knew what his family was like, or at least had an idea and did nothing, she seemed honest when she said she had no power to help him. To Harry though, that didn't make difference, she could have tried more when he got to Hogwarts to help him. She might be able to help now, guilt was a powerful emotion, and Harry might be able to use it his advantage. He knew he had to be careful as it could just as easily backfire on him. Although if it worked McGonagall would be willing to help him without him asking her to do so in the future.
"Let's start with my first year and the philosopher's stone." Harry started explaining as he thought back, "There were many things that could have been different, but there are four main things I would like to point out. First is why the hell was the stone even at Hogwarts in the first place? Are you're telling me that Voldemort was the first Dark Lord to try and get the stone from Nicholas Flamel? I wouldn't have thought so and now after thinking about it I'm pretty sure the stone was a fake to lure Voldemort into the school and to test me. Which leads to the second point of the year, why the hell were the defences so easy that three first years could get passed them? If we could do so, Voldemort would have no problems getting past them and can you please tell me Professor, who's bright idea was it to send four FIRST year students into the Forbidden Forest at night to search for an injured unicorn, whilst there's something that can kill a unicorns in the forest?" Harry asked her wearily. That was one thing that had always bothered him. Why would his Head of House send a first year into Forbidden Forest at night to search for an injured unicorn when something that could kill a unicorn could still be in the forest? It could be anything from an honest oversight to a thinly veiled murder attempt.
Yet again Minerva McGonagall was shocked that morning, it was becoming a bad habit as it hadn't even been an hour since she awoke and the day was getting worse and worse by the minute. Hearing about three of the four things that Harry wanted to talk about his first year, the angrier she got at Albus for it all. She had many times tried to tell him that it wasn't safe to keep the stone at Hogwarts and that the defences weren't suitable to keep the stone safe. But she accepted his word blindly that he had things well in hand and with everything that he had done in the past she believed him. But to hear that the stone could be a fake and might have been a trap to set Harry up made her even angrier. But what was worse was the detention that Harry was talking about had been changed by someone.
She stopped and turned to look at him, "Harry you have my word you weren't meant to go into the forest, I would only assign that kind of detention to sixth and seventh years, as they would know more defensive magic just in case something happened. You and the others were supposed to be cleaning the Great Hall floors without magic, are you telling me someone sent you into the Forbidden Forest when it was made clear by every Professor that no one was to go inside?" She asked him grimly.
"I'm afraid that I am Professor." Harry said grimly. That was another nail in Dumbledore's coffin, he was the only one that could have set that up. He could see the anger in his Professor's face and he could tell that she was upset with the Headmaster. "For the last point I want to talk about my first year and this time it isn't about Dumbledore, but you. You see, if you'd have listened to me about the stone, I wouldn't have needed to go down and 'save' it. I don't mean to be rude Professor but did you wonder at the time about how I could have known about the stone, or who, even if I was wrong at the time about who I thought it was, was after the stone? Or how I knew that someone was going to steal it at that exact time? If you did, then as I said, I wouldn't have needed to go down there to save the stone, fake or not."
Minerva felt a great surge of guilt, he was right, if she had questioned him about what he knew about the stone and how he knew it was going to be stolen then he wouldn't have gone down there and killed a professor. As his Head of House she should have asked more about it, if only to find out more. They started waking again as she was lost in thought, Harry began to speak again, "Since that covers my first year, let's move on to my second year. I can think of at least three main things about that year. First is why the hell did Dumbledore hire the fool Lockhart? Anyone reading his books properly, would see that he did two different things at the same time, multiple times within all his books and come to the conclusion like I did that he was a fake. If it hadn't been for Ron and me he wouldn't have gone to save Ginny. How come the Headmaster didn't know what was attacking the students, when Hermione, a second year was able to figure it out with just a few small clues that we found? Lastly, back to you, I told you that something was up with him after a few lessons with him. I was worried about the students from that year as I found out later when we went to save Ginny that he was good with Memory Charms and used them often. That's how he got famous after all, he stole other peoples stories and made them forget about them and then claimed he'd done them himself. I'm worried that he might have inappropriately touched his students, both the girls and the boys, and altered their memories so they wouldn't remember it happening and if it did happen it would be both yours and Dumbledore fault. Granted most of the blame would be on Dumbledore's shoulders since he hired him, but logic demands that if a student comes forward with suspicions that a teacher is doing something like that to their students, even just a chance, the Professor being informed of this needs to look into it."
Minerva felt another surge of guilt again but she also felt anger at Albus . She'd told Albus that the fool Lockhart wasn't able to teach and she'd had a few other students complain about him. But like Potter she told them not to over react and Lockhart was okay if Albus hired him. But now she was angry at herself for not looking into it more and this lead to more shame and guilt. If he was right, then many of her students could have been… she just couldn't think about it. The more Potter talked about his past at Hogwarts the more she realized that she hadn't been doing her job. Her cat side was upset with her as she had unknowing hurt their alpha, which was what her other half had already dubbed Harry, despite her being against the idea, albeit not as much as she should have been.
Before she could think more about this, she heard the student walking alongside her start to talk again, "Lastly, last year. I can only think of only three things off the top of my head. The first is why the hell would the Headmaster allow the Ministry of Magic to post the Dementors near the school? The risk of them going rogue and coming onto the grounds to feed of the students souls does NOT justify the possible chance of catching a criminal. Why didn't he say that only Aurors were allowed near the school? Next, is Snape at the end of the year because of him Professor Lupin had to resign because Snape let slip that Lupin was a werewolf. He could have just kept his mouth shut, Remus was the best teacher we've ever had and he was perfectly safe. Also, thanks to him, he almost got Sirius Kissed. Sirius was able to escape but the fact that Snape still tried doesn't change that and thanks to that I can't go and live with Sirius. All because what my father and his friends did to him in the past." Harry wasn't ready to let on that he helped Sirius escape. That was a mystery better left unsolved…
"Mr. Potter, although I can't say much about everything else that you told me, as like it or not, you were right in what you said. Although the way you said it could have done with some work." Professor McGonagall said. She had to agree with Harry about the foul Dementors, Aurors should have been placed around the school. But the thing about Black she couldn't work out. So she said, "But Black deserves the Kiss, he betrayed your parents to You-Know-Who and killed thirteen people, one of them was a wizard."
"That's not true Professor." Harry explained, "Sirius is innocent. He never betrayed my parents and he didn't kill the muggles or that rat face bastard Peter Pettigrew." Harry hissed the last part. Seeing Professor McGonagall's shocked and disbelieve look, Harry went on to say, "Professor, at the end of last year I met Peter and he was amazingly lively for a dead guy. He'd been hiding as a pet rat of the Weasleys since Voldemort had disappeared and he was the one that killed the muggles, and faked his death to make it seem like Sirius killed him and the muggles. This leads to the final point of last year, Dumbledore knew that Sirius is innocent and yet he isn't doing anything to help Sirius to prove this fact. He's the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, he has the power to give Sirius the trial that he never had but for some reason he hasn't done it. Which leads me to think that Dumbledore's got something planned for me and he doesn't want Sirius as a part of it because Sirius would ruin his plans."
Minerva McGonagall, not for the first time, and she guessed not for the last time, seeing as Harry wasn't done yet was shocked. She, like everyone else thought that Sirius Black had betrayed the Potters and killed the muggles all because of who his family was. It didn't matter that James and Sirius were like brothers in all but blood but to hear that Albus knew that Sirius was innocent and didn't do anything to help made her rethink what she knew of the man. This wasn't the man she came to respect but someone else. She didn't know what to think of him anymore, all she knew was that he wasn't the person she once knew and that her trust in him was rather quickly eroding away.
Her thoughts were interrupted again, "I hate to agree with Malfoy about anything but I have to partly agree with him about Dumbledore he is the worst Headmaster that Hogwarts ever had… well, in this century anyway…"
"What do you mean Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked. Although she beginning to distrust the Headmaster he was still her boss and so she would like to hear any complaints people had about him, so she could put them to rest. Although with Harry it was getting hard to do so, since he'd been raising many good points.
"Well people say that Hogwarts is the best in Europe but forgive my language Professor, but like fucking hell it is!" Harry exclaimed. Seeing that his Professor wasn't going to say anything, he went on to say, "Professor before I get onto the professors and classes of our time let me ask you something, why is it that there are only twelve class? With all rooms in Hogwarts you would think there would be many more subject taught. Is it that there have always been so few class and now there are just less student coming to Hogwarts because more schools have opened and because there are less children in Britain because of the war? Or is it because over the years the Headmasters have slowly dwindled the class down due the fear of teaching students something different, something that would make the wizards and witches harder to control by the Ministry of Magic?"
As much as Minerva would like to argue about this, she had to agree with him. She had seen it over the years, way back in her school years there had been lessons that no longer taught at Hogwarts like etiquette classes to teach the student to be a well respected wizard or witch and dancing classes to name just two. They had also cancelled most of the summer classes that they had when she was at Hogwarts with the rest being cancelled when Albus started as the Headmaster. He also cancelled the summer classes taught to Muggleborns, helping them learn how to interact with the wizarding world, so they knew what to suspect. And as for the classes that were still going, it was dumbed down quite a bit. She'd learned most of the NEWT level curriculum in her fourth and fifth year and the NEWTs themselves were getting easier and easier to get because the requirements were so low. The Professors were forced to teach things slower, they had been for a while now and. Although most Professors didn't have a problem with it at first because it meant less work and some of the students were falling behind anyway. Nobody seemed to make a connection that most of those students were the Pureblood heirs and heiresses.
For once she came out of her thoughts a few seconds before Harry started speaking, "Seeing that you haven't said anything, I'll take it to mean that you can't think of an argument for what I said and so I'll go onto the classes and the teachers. Out of the twelve classes, there are only six good classes: Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Transfiguration, Herbology, Charms, and Astronomy; although Astronomy does need some updating but it's okay for what we need to know for magic. Now for the bad subjects we have at Hogwarts: Defence Against the Dark Arts; apart from Professor Lupin the other professors didn't teach us anything and they then tried to either to kill me or erase my memories respectively. Muggle Studies, from what I heard the professor is a Pureblood who's never actually been into the Muggle World and knows nothing about it. Also all their information about the Muggle World is at least fifty to sixty years out of date. In Divination the old bat drinks too much and misreads the signs in tea leaves, among other things, she always ends up predicting the death of her students. To me that class should only be taught to those who have the inherent skill, as people who haven't got the gift can only learn a few things in the subject. Although Professor Trelawney isn't really a bad teacher, she just needs a stern talking to and to stop drinking. She also needs to learn to tone down the flashiness in her class and start doing more actual teaching then it wouldn't be too bad of a class. History of Magic is… well there's no real way to be nice about it; it's a joke. Professor Binns should have passed on when he died, not continued to teach. He sends people to sleep and normally only teaches about the goblins wars. Care of Magical Creatures, I know he's my friend but Hagrid shouldn't be teaching third to fifth year students as he likes the more… exotic animals, ones that third to fifth years aren't ready to learn about much less be in clawing or biting distance of. He should be teaching sixth and seventh year students. And lastly, Potions. Out of all the classes this is the worst, because Snape doesn't teach at all. He doesn't tell us what we should or shouldn't do, all he does is write out barely legible instructions on the blackboard and tells us to work from there. He doesn't tell us why we have to do what we need to do or what could happen if we mix ingredient A and ingredient B.
"Anyway, because of these reasons I told you about I want to drop Divination and take Runes instead." Knowing she was going to mention the fact that he would be a year behind he quickly told her, "Before you say anything Professor I know that I wasn't in the class last year but I know that if I can pass last years end of the year exam for Runes I would be able to take the class. I would also like to drop Care of Magical Creatures as I know that I can only do so much in theory before I would need to handle the animals. As for Potions and History of Magic, I'm going to drop them," He said, his tone making it clear that matter in specific was already decided, "I know that I can't completely drop them seeing that they're core subjects, but I'm within the rules to study these subjects independently as long I can prove that I'm not learning anything from the class or if the teacher isn't capable of teaching their craft, I know I'll need to send my work to an independent tutor for it to be graded but I've already found one, so that's taken care of."
"Finally we get to the two Professors I think are the worst, as they have the power to change things but don't." Harry could see the worried look form on Professor McGonagall face as she guessed what was coming, "You and Dumbledore. You know what I think about the Headmaster already but I would also like to mention that while he says things about equality he doesn't do anything about it. He is all about doing what is right instead of what is easy but the way I see it, he's doing what is easy and is a hypocrite of the worst kind. He's the Headmaster, he influences the view of people from a young age, to hopefully make them better people in the future, but he doesn't do anything. He allows Malfoy and those like him to get away with almost everything, calling Muggleborns Mudbloods and doing nothing against any of bullying, even when it's literally right in front of him. As the Headmaster he should be stopping it. As for you Professor, you have nearly as much power as the Headmaster, you can hire and fire teachers and expel students. Also, as the Head of Gryffindor, you need to help and listen to students that come to you and if you can sort things out do so. Yet you've proven more than once in the last few years that you don't take those to two jobs seriously. You're a wonderful teacher, very attentive to every students specific needs, but you put more work into your teaching then you do as the Head of Gryffindor and the Deputy Headmistress."
McGonagall felt the pride she had in her job take a large hit. He was right, now that she thought about it. She'd barely given her other positions any thought except for when it came time to do the paperwork or brag about her House's Quidditch winning streak. "I might have the same powers as the Headmaster," She said, a small part of her feeling better that she had at least some defence. "But he has the power to overrule my decisions. So if I did fire a Professor, he could stop it before it went through."
"I thought you might say something like that Professor," Harry said, then with a smile he went on to say, "but I've read that as the Deputy Headmistress, as long as you get three of the four Head of the Houses to agree with you, you can overrule him. This is so, should the Headmaster or Headmistress make questionable decisions, they, as in the staff, have a way to stop him or her."
As McGonagall was thinking about what Harry told her, he suddenly stopped and said, "We're here Professor." She looked up and saw that they were in front of the Hospital Wing. Before he walked into the Hospital Wing he turned to her his expression serious, "Professor I would like it if you could keep what we talked about between the two of us, as I don't want Dumbledore to know about it. If he did, it could make things hard for me. Worst case scenario; I wake up to find a good chunk of my memory missing and I'd really like to avoid that fate."
As Harry walked into the Hospital Wing McGonagall wanted to deny that Albus would do such a thing. However after hearing everything from his point of view she could honestly say that she wasn't as sure as she yesterday of the fact. So for now she'd keep what she knew to herself, to keep him and maybe even herself, safe. With everything that Potter had told her she knew that she had to change the way she had been doing things. But before that, she had to check that he was safe from the potions he had taken over the summer. Her mind set on her new goal she followed her student into the Hospital Wing.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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