Harry and the family he never had

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.

"…I want to get married! I met this guy and he is like so amazing, I want you to meet him, he's staying up at the house. Oh mum, dad I'm so excited!"

Albus, Minerva and Harry all turned around to look at each other, Harry had been expecting a different kind of reception, but not THIS!"

"Well dear…" said Minerva, "we look forward then to meeting this gentleman who has taken such a hold on you, but for now can we just concentrate on getting settled into the house?"

"Sure mum, but promise that you'll give this guy a chance! The last time I introduced you to a boyfriend you almost hit the roof!"

An hour later inside the mansion

Harry had decided to ask his Grandmother what was different about Ciara, and why she always stayed up here by herself. As he was wandering down the beautiful corridors and admiring the paintings he bumped into Minerva, and she looked very angry. "Gran, what's wrong?" he said, "You look like you've just met Malfoy!"

She turned around and glared at him. "It's that man that Ciara says she wants to marry, he's awful, it is said that he used to be in league with Voldemort, but she says that he is a changed man. I simply won't let her marry him!" And with that his formidable Grandmother strode off.

I have to go and see my cousins now, but I kept my promise and updated. PLEASE REVIEW!