"Starting next month, each of you will pick an item in your possession and transfigure it to something else you desire. But there is one requirement. The transfiguration you desire cannot be a simple one. It must take time and effort, no matter how long it'll take." she said.
"Like what, till the end of the school year?" a student asked.
"If the transfiguration you so desire may take that long, then yes. You have until the end of the school year." McGonagall said.
"Item in my possession." Harry said, an idea in his head. He grabbed some paper and began to jot down some ideas. Minerva hovered over him, watching as he drew his firebolt and his old Nimbus 2000.
"What if i could combine the two? Yes. the elegant frame of the Nimbus with the strength and power of the firebolt. A frankenbroom." Harry muttered to himself.
"A what?" Minerva asked.
"The book, Frankenstein. A scientist created a living man by attaching different body parts from different corpses." Harry said.
"And you'll be combining two different brooms. Very innovative Harry." Minerva said, caressing his shoulder.
The next month began, and Harry was busy with his firebolt. He was thankful Minerva gave him the greenlight with her supervision. Not only did it give him something to do, it also helped with his mind. He was getting sick and tired of Hermione and Ron arguing back and forth about Lavender and McLaggen.
Unnoticed by either, Harry created via transfiguration a power sander and began to buff out the scratches and markings on his new broomstick by the noisiest and most energetic means he could think of; unfortunately, he could still hear every word of their conversation.
"You were going to ask me?" asked Ron, in a completely different voice.
"Yes," said Hermione angrily. "But obviously if you'd rather I got off with McLaggen..."
There was a pause while Harry continued to work on his new broomstick.
"No I wouldn't," said Ron, in a very quiet voice.
"Mr Potter, while i appreciate your enthusiasm, i would also appreciate you not making a mess in my classroom." Minerva sternly said, pointing to the good sized amount of dust particles now building up around their feet.
"My bad." Harry said, picking up the dust and threw it out the window.
The day had come when Harry was finished with his frankenstein project. He and Minerva gathered the Gryffindor quidditch team together.
"My new broomstick that i created. With much help thanks to Professor McGonagall." Harry said, unwrapping it. It looked very similar to his old Nimbus 2000, yet showed off the brute force of the firebolt.
"Amazing Harry. You must have put a lot of time and effort into it." one of the beaters said.
"I did. Took a lot of hard work. Yet it paid off." Harry said, handing it to Minerva who examined it.
"Why'd you paint it red?" Lee Jordan asked.
"Because it looks awesome, that's why." Harry grinned, much to Minerva's chagrin, though she couldn't help but chuckle with a grin. Harry looked at Minerva as she praised Harry for his ideas and craftsmanship, stroking the curve of the broomstick slowly with her fingers.
Harry's eyes were glued to her finger's movements. He knew she was only examining the new broomstick and he shouldn't come up with impure thoughts about him and Minerva, but said thoughts began to flood his brain.
"Professor, if you want to ride my broomstick just give me a call." Harry innocently offered. The snickering of the quidditch team and McGonagall almost dropping the new broomstick in shock caused Harry to reconsider his poor choice of words.
"Thank you, Harry. I'll be sure to take you up on that offer." Minerva said, handing him back his broom. Harry was quick to notice the blush on her cheeks.
"Professor McGonagall. If you're interested in broomsticks, take a look at mine. The best my father could afford." McLaggen boasted, brandishing his own large broomstick.
Harry clenched his teeth behind his closed mouth. It was natural that he would be concerned about her. Natural that he would want to look after her. Natural that he would want to blast McLaggen into a million pieces for attempting to showboat to McGonagall. No, he would have to control that particular instinct.
"Mr. McLaggen, I'll ride Harry's stick over yours anytime and anywhere. You see, Harry put much care and effort to make his new broomstick, combining the aesthetics and comfort of the Nimbus 2000 with the power and force of the new firebolt. Unlike you, he doesn't need to compensate for some, dare i say, inadequacies by getting the biggest broomstick on the market." Minerva said, hearing the quidditch team shout "Ohhhh!"
"So Harry, when will the next match begin?" a young player asked.
"Not right now, i'm afraid. They'll resume after Christmas breaks." Harry replied.
"Oh, that's right. Have you figured out your date for the Slughorn Christmas party?" Ron asked as Lavender came in. Harry narrowed his eyes on the girl. The last thing he needed was some teenage drama at the moment.
"My Ron-ron. How are you doing?" Lavender asked, forcefully kissing Ron.
"Lavender, i'll have to ask you to leave." Harry said.
"Can't i just stay for a few minutes?" she asked.
"Leave, now." Harry all but growled.
And at that moment, Hermione walked into the tent and approached Harry and Ron.
"By the way, my date for Slughorn's party is McLaggen." she said, pulling the bigger quidditch player to her side.
"Harry, what's going on here?" Minerva asked.
"Just roll with it, Minerva. Just roll with it." he muttered, wishing that Voldemort had killed him all the times they fought against each other.
"Seems Hermione has a type for Quidditch players." someone said.
"I have a type for really good Quidditch players." Hermione smugly said.
"You're saying my Ron-ron isn't good enough for you?" Lavender angrily asked, following Hermione as they left the tent.
"He's dating a dimbo. Just something to think about." Hermione retorted.
"Dimbo?" Minerva asked.
"Means dumb bimbo. Minerva, can you obliviate the team so we don't have to remember those last few seconds?" Harry asked.
"No." Minerva replied.
"So Harry. Maybe if you play your cards right, McGonagall can stroke your other broomstick if you know what i mean." McLaggen smugly said.
Next thing McLaggen knew was that he was on his back with a bloody nose. He weakly stood up to see Minerva and half the quidditch team holding Harry back from slugging the arrogant player again.
"I'll kill you!" Harry roared in response.