A story that relates Harry Potter and Minerva McGonagall.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, or settings or anything, everything you see here except the storyline belongs to JK Rowling.
(This is my first fic so don't be too critical)
On the first day of the summer holidays Minerva woke up and knew what she had to do, she turned over and looked at her husband and stared with wonder at how relaxed he looked after all the stress of getting the Order of the Phoenix back together. She got up swiftly, throwing on a dressing gown and went to her desk. As she reached it she heard her husband's voice, "Tabby, what are you doing?"
To this Minerva answered "I'm writing to Harry so that we can tell him at last who we really are, I'm inviting him over for the summer. I can't watch him at school any longer with him not knowing!"
"If you must tell him then…" replied Albus.
"I feel it is a duty, after all we are his grandparents." said Minerva
Minerva called her owl, Apollo, and gave him the letter to take to Privet Drive. "You must give this to nobody but Harry!" she said.
Unknown to Harry Potter one of the biggest secrets of his life would unravel when that fateful owl came.