Disclaimer: I'm too lazy to re-write it…. All right dolls, this is the last chapter.~~
Minerva put down her quill, took off her spectacles, and closed her eyes. She was almost finished grading the stack of Transfiguration essays. As she looked out the window of her classroom and across the snowy grounds, she breathed in the sweet aroma of sweet cinnamon apple that wafted throughout the castle. She observed from inside what was going on outside- students playing and having a good time out in the snow…
As she gazed at the snow, her mind was invaded with memories. She had been teaching at Hogwarts for twenty years now. This time of the year was always memorable for Minerva. Tom Riddle had been tried and convicted of his crime right before Christmas twenty years ago, and Remus had proposed marriage to her on Christmas Eve while still in their 7th year. They had been married shortly after graduation and had been happily married ever since.
Albus had given her away. It was the only time she'd ever seen him cry. She'd made such a beautiful bride in her flowing white gown and white veil, waist-long arranged perfectly.
The only thing that was "wrong" in her marriage was the fact that they didn't have any children, but certainly not for lack of trying. Part of the reason was the fact that Remus was a werewolf and those genes would certainly be passed onto their children. She just hadn't been able to conceive. It was probably a defense mechanism to prevent the increase in werewolf population, Albus had said… and he'd been right; she had gone to go see Poppy a days before, claiming that she held the key to giving Remus the perfect Christmas present. Remus would be so surprised!
A snowball hit the window and Minerva snapped out of her trance-like state. She had more essays to grade before going to the Yule Ball that night. She just loved Christmas. The Christmas season was full of wonderful memories. Life was sweet. Never would Minerva McGonagall have dreamed that she could regain her life after being attacked by Tom Riddle in her 7th year, but she had. Her life was near perfect.
She opened the window to get some fresh air and seconds later a snowball came flying through the open window. She caught it with her left hand. After all, Minerva hadn't been on the Quidditch team for nothing.
"Sorry Professor!", shouted a first-year Gryffindor student with messy black hair and round glasses.
Minerva smiled at the boy and briefly held the snowball in her hands. She loved the snow. It brought back so much…
"Mr. Potter!", she exclaimed.
The boy looked up.
"Catch!".
She threw the snowball at him. He missed and it hit him square on the head. She allowed herself a laugh.
"Ha! Harry, McGonagall nailed you!", mocked Ron Weasley.
Minerva flicked her wand and created another snowball, with which she hit Weasley on the head.
"Hey!"
Minerva laughed. She shut her window and decided to go outside and enjoy herself. The essays would have to wait. After all, she needed the practice; raising Remus Jr. would be no easy task if his father was any indication.
THE END