THE PROBLEM WITH MINNIE
A/N: Yo peeps, This is my newest piece of fanfiction. As you may have already guessed Prof McGonagall is my fav character. I have no idea why I just like her (Strange but true) Anyway had another nutty night and came up with this little tale, see if you can guess what happens before it does. Anywho I'm warning you know this is a wee bit weird (Only a wee bit?) and well review if ya' like and if ya' don't well S-O-R-R-Y for not being to your tastes.
Luv Ya loads like little green toads
Chapter One: Potions And Other Disasters
Professor Minerva McGonagall walked briskly toward the dungeon, her face slightly annoyed. As she reached the door Minerva paused briefly, before opening it and immediately wishing she hadn't. The smell was awful and all consuming, and as it washed over her she gagged. 'No wonder Severus always smells so bad' she thought, letting a small wry smile appear on her stern face. The professor walked in and groaned inwardly, the Gryffindor and Slytherin fifth years. It wasn't that Minerva didn't LIKE taking them, it was just taking them together was a complete nightmare because of the enmity between houses. The Gryffindors faces lightened up slightly as she entered and the Slytherins just scowled.
She strode to the front and faced the class. Flashing them all her most stern glare, she snapped "All right, I'm not happy with having to fill in, and I can tell your not happy to see me. So lets not have any messing and we'll get on fine." She began to pass out the instructions Severus had left and was just about to sit down when, an amused voice called "Where is Professor Snape?" The voice was easily recognisable as Seamus Finnegan, no one else had an accent quite like his. Minerva glared at him, but only just held back a snigger, as did half of the class. "Er.. Well he decided he needed a vacation, erm... due to recent incidents" she said, rather uncomfortably. The Gryffindors sniggered, and Ron Weasley rolled his eyes. They all knew full well what these 'incidents' were, since they knew the culprits behind them, Fred and George Weasley, Ron's older twin brothers.
The lesson dragged along at a snails pace, but had so far been reasonably peaceful, Minerva however, should have known it was to good to last. She had began to notice several of the Slytherins, looking incredibly bored, pointing and whispering in the direction of Neville Longbottom, Minerva also noticed that several of her Gryffindors were also pointing, except in the direction of Draco Malfoy. 'This is not good' she added to herself mentally, but she couldn't do anything as of yet because nothing had happened. So she decided she would wait and catch all of them at once. For a long time after this incident she would regret that decision.
Professor McGonagall was just getting settled, believing that nothing was going to happen, when, everything happened at once. Without so much as a seconds notice, half the cauldrons in the class exploded with such a force, part of the ceiling collapsed. Minerva gawped open mouthed as the explosions took place, and didn't notice the wave of finished potion hurtling toward her before it was too late, "Oh he...." she murmured as the last of the explosions happened, causing more of the ceiling to fall in, separating the shocked Professor from her students. Five minutes later, relative peace reigned.
All the students had fled to their common rooms except three Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. "Come on!!" Hermione was yelling, pulling the two boys back into the room. Harry and Ron were struggling for all their worth against the death grip of Hermione, to no avail. The boys really, REALLY did not want to go back in there, having to face an extremely peeved McGonagall was not high on their to-do list. Hermione glowered at her friends "She could be trapped in there and your not going to do anything" she snapped. Harry sighed, he knew she was right, "Anyway guys if we help McGonagall, we won't look as guilty" he said. This statement caused Ron to dash quickly back into the class, and begin to shift the rubble, he knew about the wrath of McGonagall and didn't want to experience it. Harry and Hermione followed suit and between them managed to clear most of the rubble. "Professor McGonagall, are you there?" Hermione asked tentatively, still blasting the wall of rubble with her wand.
"Well Minerva McGonagall here, but I don't know about your Professor" called a voice, it had the same familiar accent of McGonagall's, but it sounded different somehow, younger. "Great McGonagall's cracked" muttered Ron at the reply, he looked rather worried. The three teenagers blasted through the final blockade of rubble, they looked through the dust cloud at the figure huddled in the corner. "Phew she's okay" sighed Hermione in relief. They walked over to the figure slowly, Ron bent down and tapped her on the shoulder, "Professor McGonagall, come on let's go." The figure stirred and looked up, "I thought I told you I'm NOT a professor." She said. Ron paled visibly, to the hue of milk and then to everyone's surprise he keeled over, in a dead faint. "RON!!" Harry cried, rushing over to aid his friend "What the..." he looked down at the Professor and found that it wasn't the face of the strict Professor McGonagall that was looking back.
There, sat in McGonagall's robes was a girl that looked roughly the same age as them. She had a familiar look about her, her eyes were grey and steely but mischief swirled in them. Her hair was a dark ebony, but unlike the older McGonagall's it was mussed and wild, "What are you gawping at!" she asked, sounding faintly annoyed. Harry's mouth must have been as open wide as he thought, because the girl was staring at him curiously. "Hermione, you'd better come and have a look at this" Harry called, shock still etched across his face, Hermione ran over from the other side of the room, where she had been finishing clearing up the mess. "What is it Har...." she asked irritably, before trailing off and yelling "Where the HELL is McGonagall." The girl looked up at Hermione, her eyes flashing dangerously "I'm right here stupid!" she called, definitely irritated now, Hermione fell silent and simply stared. "Let me get this straight.." Harry started, coming to his senses slightly "Your Minerva McGonagall, THE Minerva McGonagall?" he asked, still finding this hard to take in. Hermione looked at Harry as though he was off his rocker, but the girl just smiled "The one and only" she answered cheerfully.
"OH NO!!" Hermione groaned, snapping out of her shock and realisation crossing her face "The Potion! "Harry looked at her quizzically "The potion??" he asked, his friend sighed "The one we made in class, it has to be what's changed her! She must have got splashed with it!" Hermione snapped "Read what it's called." Harry took the instructions from Hermione and quickly glanced over them, 'Remembrance Of Youth potion,- A potion to take the drinker back in time, Body and Mind' he groaned, "We are in some serious trouble now aren't we." Hermione nodded looking at Minerva, who now looked thoroughly lost, "Why someone our age though?" wondered Harry a loud, Hermione shrugged "Probably because she was around us when the potion hit her" They both shook their heads. Minerva was fed up of being ignored and spoke up "Er.. hello, could somebody please explain WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON and who the hell you are, I've never seen you around here before."
The pair looked at each other uncomfortably, to be perfectly honest they didn't really know what was going on either, but they thought they should introduce themselves at least. " Erm.. well we don't know what's going on really, but I'm Hermione, that's Harry and he's..." Hermione added with an amused glance at her unconscious friend "He's Ron" Harry broke in "Er.. Minerva...." he stopped as Minerva winced, "DON'T call me that!! I hate it" she screeched. "Then what should we call you?" Harry asked uneasily, Minerva smiled evilly " Call me Minnie." Hermione and Harry looked at each other both wearing identical looks, which clearly said 'OH BOY!' Minnie laughed loudly clutching her sides, " God you two are such a laugh!!" she snorted.
On the floor Ron stirred, "I just had the weirdest dream you guys, I dreamt..." Ron trailed off, looking at the scene before him "It wasn't a dream, was it?" he asked. Both Harry and Hermione shook their heads sniggering slightly, and Ron groaned "Why do things like this always happen to us" the three of them shrugged "Sod's law" Harry mused silently. Hermione looked around at the now debris free classroom, "You know guys, I think we had better go find Dumbledore, he'll know what to do" they nodded in agreement. The four of them got to their feet, and made their way out of the dungeon. They moved quite slowly because of Minnie, because the robes she had on were now several sizes to large and she kept tripping over them.
They ran through the corridors heading toward Dumbledore's office, they took the long route in a hope of avoiding any people and any difficult questions. It was only as they reached the stone gargoyle, which guarded the entrance to his office, that they realised a flaw in their plan- they didn't know the password. But luckily (and somewhat coincidentally) Dumbledore was just coming out of the doorway, and nearly collided with the children. He stared at them in shock as they gabbled senselessly, "Children calm down" he commanded and they fell silent, "Now could you please explain yourselves, or tell me where Professor McGonagall is? I believe you had her last and she hasn't come to see me yet, like she said she would." The three of the looked at the professor guiltily, Harry managed to get control of his voice first " Er.. Professor, that's kind of why we need to talk to you, could we go to your office perhaps?" Dumbledore eyed them suspiciously, but opened the doorway all the same.