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)
Thank you all for your great reviews! I cannot update very regularly and I have to make the chapter short, as I am very busy! I'm trying my best to keep up.
Harry woke up the next morning feeling really happy. He had settled into his new life and didn't want school to start up again as he knew that it would mean that he would see less of his family. The last night had ended really well he actually had baby cousins! He couldn't believe that life could be this good right now. Today he was going up to Scotland to visit Minerva's estate in the Highlands, and to meet his Aunt Ciara, whom his grand mother had forgotten to mention the previous night. He understood that she was a very mysterious person and that she was his youngest Aunt. She was also rumoured to be the most beautiful of his many Aunts and Uncles and he was anxious to meet this curious woman.
That same morning in Albus' and Minerva's Chambers"I think that Harry is actually beginning to settle here Albus." Said Minerva, "I'm so pleased that he is enjoying the company of all of his aunts and uncles so much. I just hope that today Ciara will be a little less vague today, she can be so non responsive, Albus I get so worried about her being up there in the Highlands by herself."
Albus turned and looked lovingly at Minerva, "Minerva, you shouldn't worry! She can take care of herself, and it is only because she is your youngest child that you are so worried about her. She is a very capable 23 years old, dare I say it as capable as you were at 23. Shall we go and get Harry now and put our mind to other things?"
Minerva smiled up at him, "Of course…are we taking a portkey to the house, or are we flooing, or are we apparating?"
An hour later at the Highland estate of Minerva"Here we are then Harry. What do you think?" Harry thought that this was a rhetorical question, as the house they had just arrived in front of was the grandest that he ever seen. It was a huge mansion that he could imagine Victorian and Edwardian Lords and Ladies living in; he couldn't believe that this belonged to Minerva. As he was scanning the Mansion he saw a slender figure sprinting down the lawns. This frightened him as he was still slightly shaky from the portkey that they had taken from Hogsmeade, and he turned round quickly to look at his grandparents.
"Don't worry Harry, this is your Aunt Ciara, whom I believe I told you about last night. She's only 9 years older than you!" Said Albus.
By this time she had reached them, and was currently employed in hugging Minerva, and greeting her father. Harry studied her face carefully, she was beautiful, she had sparkling blue eyes and amazing auburn hair. Her skin was the palest tone he had ever seen, and it had no blemishes whatsoever. She had started to speak.
"Mum, Dad I have something important to tell you…"
I thought I'd leave this as a cliff hanger, I promise that I will update tomorrow. In the meantime please review and let me know what you think!