Minerva sighed in recognition as she saw the headline of the Daily Prophet. Heir of Rowena Ravenclaw Exists! Her picture was right under the headline. It was the last official picture she had made at the Ministry. She read the article and was suprised by the information in it. It told of her knowledge she was the Ravenclaw heir at the age of two but held the information close because of her need to prove herself. It told of her wand and how it had originally belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw. The story also explained how the ghost of Helena Ravenclaw had took offense at Headmaster Dippet's treatment of her heir and had the castle itself ejected the wizard from its wards. The article had ended with the ghost of Helena Ravenclaw demanding her heir accept her birth right and accept the responsibility as Deputy Headmistress.

Minerva sat the Daily Prophet aside and glared at her father-in-law. Albus had stopped by to have breakfast with her and Tom since last night was their first night in their new quarters. Tom had moved in the castle with his wife. Her job required her to be there after classes Daily so he didn't hesitate following after her. "The Daily Prophet seemed to have rather accurate information Albus," she said with a frown. "They had knowledge from events that only the two of us has been present for during each event. Now I know I never gave them an interview, did you?"

Albus looked at her over the rim of his moon shaped spectacles and smiled at her guiltily. "I admit it but only after I learned Armando had spoken to them. I had to spin the story and needed something specular to do so. We can't afford anyone to question your position here. We can't afford to allow anyone to learn of your previous timeline."

"Dad's right," Tom offered. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to his wife's cheek. "Dippet from this timeline is much different than the last. He seemed set in his ways and would have fought you at every turn. The knowledge of you being an heir will validate you in that position regardless of age and experience."

Reluctantly she nodded her acceptance and continued eating breakfast. "Very well," she said.

Minerva McGonagall smiled as her last class of the day filtered out of the door. She had decided she wouldn't be unapproachable this go around. Last timeline the students had came to her less and less because of her cold facade. She wouldn't become the strict Professor McGonagall with her hair twisted into a severe bun this time.

Minerva had decided on short teaching robes that remained mostly open in front. She wore more form-fitting clothes underneath as well. Sometimes she wore the latest magical designs and others she wore the latest muggle fashion. She wouldn't be unavailable to any student who needed her. She hoped if muggleborn students saw her embracing her muggle side then they would seek her our if need be.

Minerva pulled her hair up in a loose bun at the nape of her neck. She moved to her personal lab and continued on her research. She figured since she had all of these resources available to her, she might as well use them. She had been working on improving the Pepper Up Potion. She realized the importance of it but also understood how it scared the younger students by the steam pouring out of their ears.

She had thought long and hard about what the potion needed and finally had an epiphany. She had asked Hagrid to get her thestral hair and unicorn tears. She had added the thestral hair as the second ingredient and then turned the potion three times counter clockwise. The potion had turned an unique dark purple color. She continued the potion recipe as it was originally and then added the unicorn tears at the end and turned it clockwise three times. The potion had changed to a brilliant purple color.

Smiling happily, Minerva finished her notes, bottled up her cooled potion and sent it off to be tested and the improved potion to be patented in her name if approved by the testers. The original inventor would still receive royalties for her use of their original version; however, she would be recognized as improving the potion if her potion was approved.

Three months later, Minerva finally heard from her potion improvements. Her potion was tested, approved, and the updated version patented under her name. She whooped in joy and showed Tom the letter. "I need to go to Gringotts," Minerva said excitedly.

"Why," Tom asked confused. He didn't understand her logic at the moment.

"We have enough gold in our vaults to live comfortably and never work another day," Minerva supplied. "I want to put all royalties into another vault to help improve Hogwarts. I have so many ideas to improve the school but I will need funds to do so."

Tom looked at his wife in suprise. He wouldn't have given thought to it himself but admitted he liked her way of thinking. "A marvelous idea my love," he said with a grin. He kissed her lovingly and spun her around happy of her accomplishment. "I will accompany you."

He walked to the desk in the corner and quickly scribbled a note to work saying he would be in later and asked their personal house elf, Heather, to take it to his supervisor. He smiled at the little house elf. He had found her while traveling for work. She had been abandoned in a field of Heather by her parents. Heather the elf had a red birthmark on her shoulder which her parents saw as unnatural. He nursed the pitiful house elf back to the land of the living and bonded with her at her request for a family.

Minerva had fallen in love with the tiny house elf and immediately taught her how to read. He never questioned her about it, just supported his wife in anything. He still snorted in amusement when he had seen his dad's face when Heather had cared for Minerva who had developed dragon pox a year or so after they had bonded with Heather. The house elf had read books to Minerva to pass the time for the witch that could barely hold her eyes open. "She reads," he had questioned amazed by the mere idea.

"Minerva's doing," Tom has offered and shrugged his shoulders.

Dragging himself out of his thoughts, he focused his attention back on his wife. "Maybe we should tell your mother first though. She will most likely be more excited than either of us."

"Oh you're right," she commented with a grin. "I should tell mother first. Get a move on love," she laughed teasingly.

"Later," he said as he tossed Minerva over his shoulder and headed towards their bedroom. "I plan on making love to my wife to celebrate such an important event at this."

"Oh," she exclaimed happily. I will never tire of his touch!