Eight year old Minerva McGonagall ran down the corridors of Potter Manor, giggling like mad. She was playing tag with her uncle Henry. Even though Henry was tired from work, he wanted to make sure Minerva was spending enough time with her uncle.
"I'm coming to get you!" Henry said from somewhere nearby.
Minerva giggled.
"Aha!" Henry exclaimed, jumping around the corner and spotting the little girl.
Minerva squealed.
Henry picked her up and spun her around. He began to tickle her. Minerva began laughing
"Stop it Dad! Stop it Dad!" Minerva giggled.
Henry stood still, letting Minerva slide out of his arms onto the soft carpets.
"You called me Dad." Henry said quietly.
Minerva raised her eyebrows, hands on her hips.
"So?"
Henry sighed and kneeled in front of Minerva.
"Minnie, love, you know I'm not your dad." Henry said.
"Yeah, duh." Minerva said. "But you raised me, not Robert or Isobel, am I right?"
Henry nodded.
"So you're my dad. Not Robert. Lottie is my mum. Not Isobel." Minerva said firmly, wiping away the tears that were slowly falling down Henry's face. "So, can I finally fucking call you Dad after eight years?"
Henry nodded, wrapping his arms around Minerva.
"I can't wait to see Mum's reaction to when I call her Mum!"
Four Years Later...
Robert and Isobel McGonagall waited on Platform 9 3/4 for their twins nephews (Robert had two sisters and they married and had children) to bring them home for the summer holidays.
And maybe, just maybe, reconnect with their long lost daughter, Minerva.
They didn't want to put her on the Potter's doorstep thirteen years ago. Grindlewald's followers were on the rise and although Margaret Potter, Isobel's mother and Robert's mother in law, had made a few nasty comments against Grindlewald's beliefs, Grindlewald himself didn't seem too bothered. But one of Grindlewald's followers, Pollux Black, grew very angry and vowed to murder Margaret's first granddaughter.
And the fear settled in when Minerva Isobel McGonagall (now Minerva Charlotte Potter) was born on October 4th 1935.
A day later, Robert has received a message, saying this:
Watch out, McGonagall. Your daughter. She's in danger. Grindlewald's follower, Pollux Black, he's going to kill her. And most likely yourselves. You need to keep her safe. Hide her. Hide yourselves. I have taken a Unbreakable Vow that I will not reveal that I warned you.
Newt Scamander.
P.s Congratulations on your daughter.
Robert had shoved the message into Isobel's hands, who instantly bundled Minerva into the warmest clothes she could find and wrapped her into a bundle of blankets.
Isobel and Robert had Apparted to Potter Manor, and placed Minerva on the doorstep. They had said their (tearful) goodbyes and disappeared.
They had cut all contact with Minerva. They had thought about contacting her after her ninth birthday but realized they were complete strangers. They didn't know her.
Now that the tragic story of the McGonagall's is told, let's get back to the story...
"Come on Minnie!"
Isobel froze. Robert went pale.
"Minerva Charlotte Potter! Come over here this instant!"
"It's Minnie!" Robert whispered.
"Potter Manor here I come!"
Isobel nodded shakily.
"Should we-" She said, trailing off at the end of her sentence. "Write?"
Robert shrugged.
"I suppose."
"Fleamont! Fleamont!"
Fleamont Potter sat up in bed and yawned as Minerva opened the door.
"Come on!". Minerva said. "It's summer, why are you in bed?! Let's go outside."
Fleamont checked his alarm clock, which was in the shape of a Snitch, and groaned when he saw the time.
"It's eight in the morning!"
"So? Come on!"
"Fine, fine, I'm getting up!"
Fleamont rolled out of bed and changed out of his pyjamas into a white shirt and blue trousers.
"And come on!" Minerva said impatiently.
"What about breakfast? D'you expect me to starve?"
"Apples grow on trees dumbass."
"Nice breakfast now that I think about it."
"You're welcome."
Minerva and Fleamont ran out of the house, a large bag slung over Fleamont's shoulder. Henry had been leaving for work and had insisted that the two take some food if they were going to play outside.
"More like the entire cupboard of food." Minerva grumbled. "Someone's fucking overprotective."
"He always has been, ever since you got blood adopted a few years ago." Monty said, opening his bag.
Minerva drifted off into a daydream, and began comparing her previous appearance to the other.
Before the blood adoption, Minerva had been small and skinny (which she hated) and with grey eyes and black hair.
After. the blood adoption, Minerva had grown TALLER, she wasn't as skinny, with Celtic green eyes and messy dark brown hair.
Minerva had remembered how weak Dad was after the blood adoption. He was asleep for several hours, couldn't keep a full meal down for two days and seemed tired all of this time. He finally recovered from whatever illness had struck him.
At least he was alright.
Just then, a owl dropped a letter in front of Minnie.