A/N: Thanks everyone for the reviews. They really help and I am adding a lot to the original Dutch version.

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Harry Potter is not mine, this is a story of a fan.

(BSC 1) C17 The two letters.

After dinner, all the friends went straight back to their common room. Harry sat on a couch in front of the fireplace. It was his favorite place in the Gryffindor common room. In his hands, he had the letter with his name written on it. His hands were shaking violently, but he did not dare to open it. The fear he had in his mind was clearly visible on his face.

"Shall I open it so that I can read it to you" Bella suggested.

Harry nodded slowly and handed the letter over to Bella. He was extremely nervous about what would be in it. And if he was honest, he did not wanted to know the contents of the letter. He was afraid he would not like it.

Bella figured it out and snuggled up against him. Daphne sat on the other side of him and took his hand in hers and rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand. It made Harry feel good that he got the support from both of them. It was something that was totally new to him. The feeling of friendship, a friendship he had felt only with Bella, but now he also felt it from Daphne, and from all his other friends. Neville and Hermione sat next to each other and opposite from Harry. Susan was standing behind Harry and laid her hands on his shoulders for support. That was something that he had never felt before

Bella looked again at Harry and tore the letter open. Gently she pulled the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it carefully. "Do you really want me to read it to you," she asked again. Harry nodded, he knew that he himself could not read the letter. She coughed gently and began reading.

Dear Harry.

If you read this letter we, unfortunately, are no longer with you. I first want to say that we love you very much and are extremely proud of you. Your father was overjoyed when he got you as a son. And I was just as happy.

You were such a beautiful boy and we loved you so much. Unfortunately, it is a war now with a dark wizard that wants to dominate everything. I do not know what is going to happen, but we are hoping for the best. Now that you read this letter, we are no longer there to protect you. It is something that gives me a lot of pain, I had so much to teach you. And so much that I wanted to tell you.

There are some things that I need to tell you. And also a few things I need to warn you about. It is very important that you know it all. I do not know if you will like this, but you have to know it. My dear sweet boy I cannot tell you how much it hurts me that I have to tell you this in this way.

Albus Dumbledore is perhaps the greatest magician out there. He is wise and very powerful. Unfortunately, he also is not to be trusted, completely. Dumbledore is a good friend, but he makes many mistakes so be on your guard around him. It is often his ego that is in his way. He thinks he knows everything, and that he does not need anyone's help.

I also have a sister, her name is Petunia and her husband is a very bad man. They are not your Family Harry, do not trust them at all. They will not be kind to you. If you are there now then get away from there, as soon as you can. They hate everything that is magical and loathe our species. They see us as monsters and will treat us as such. They will not hesitate to hurt you when they have the opportunity. I hope they do not put you there with them. And I also pray that you'll never see them or know them.

You still have family Harry. This is one of the things that Dumbledore has done wrong. So it was much too late that I found out I was adopted. After searching for many years, I have found my real mother again. I was astonished when I found out she was my transfiguration, teacher. I wanted to tell her right away, but I could not. Dumbledore has kept me from telling her, it was something that I have never understood.

Her name is Minerva McGonagall. She's your grandmother. At school, her name is Professor McGonagall. She may look very strict, but she is a very sweet woman. If you have not met her yet, then please go look for her. And if you find her, then give her this letter. I know that she will do everything for you. She may not believe you right away, but she will do whatever is necessary to find out what the truth is. But Bogrod is the one who will be able to help you there.

Bogrod is a good friend of the family. He is a goblin. His house belongs to our house. You're Lord Potter. In our vault is the book about the lordship. Read that book it is very important that you know it.

You can also ask Augusta Longbottom and her family for help if you want. She will love it if you call her Grangran. Also, you can ask Amelia Bones and the Greengrass family to help you. The niece of Amelia, Susan and the daughter of the Greengrass, Daphne, is the same age as you sweetheart, they could be good friends with you. It would be nice if you can grow up alongside them.

I regret that I must tell you the following. Because you are reading this letter it means we are deceased. It also means that Voldemort has found where we were hiding. I have done something which means you are protected. It is ancient magic that even Dumbledore knows nothing about, he has his suspicions, but no more than that.
It is, therefore, important that you're with your grandmother, and especially together in our home. Your grandmother will know where that home is when she has been to Bogrod. If not, then search for her sweetheart please search for her. We have probably been killed by Lord Voldemort. And he will want to kill you so watch out. Practice a lot and learn as much as you can. We love you, never forget that we love you.

Now let's go on to better things. Your father has told me that there are seven brooms in the Potter vault, they are hanging on the wall, the top broom is his own broom it is his fire dragon. If possible try to be a Seeker he was one to. He will be so proud of you if you are a seeker. I myself was a chaser, if you are a chaser grab my broom, it is the snake dragon. We also have a book about Quidditch in the Potter vault. It contains the two brooms and what they can do. Those brooms are made for us by the nimbus company. They are not as good as professional brooms. But they are good enough for Quidditch at Hogwarts. And it would mean a lot to us if you use them

There is so much more that I want to tell you. But I will do that later, for now know that we love you. We love you so much, never forget that we love you so much.

Your mother and father
Lily and James Potter.

Harry was crying softly. He had laid his head on the shoulder of Bella and whispered. "They loved me and they knew it. They said I should never be at the Dursleys". The last sentence from the letter he did not understand but thought no more about it. He knew that he would never be able to talk with his parents ever again.

Bella read the letter one more time and folded it. She was not sure what to do with Harry at this time. This was the first he had ever heard from his parents. And yet he did not know much. It was the first time he had heard that he should not have been with his aunt and uncle. But he had been there for eleven years. It had been eleven years of misery that he had had at their hands. She put her arms around him and held him against her.

Her eyes went to Daphne and Susan. They were also mentioned in the letter. Both had a look of disbelief in their eyes. But no one in the common room outside of Bella understood what Harry meant by the Dursleys. But could clearly see the pain he had when he talked about it. They heard the portrait of the Fat Lady opening. All at once they looked at the portrait hole, there they saw professor McGonagall, she was standing in the portrait hole with tears in her eyes.

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A little earlier that day.

Professor McGonagall saw the students go to dinner. She herself would follow ten minutes later. At the main table she saw Albus Dumbledore sitting in his chair. It was also for the first time that she looked at that chair like it was a throne, and he was sitting there as if he were a king. It was as if her stomach did a somersault of hate. He had her daughter taken away from her and then told her that she was dead. It now appeared that it had been Lilly and Harry was her grandson.

Preferably she wanted to go over there, and curse Dumbledore on the spot, and send him to hell. But she knew she could not do that. She had asked Harry and Bella if they could keep it a secret. And no matter how difficult it would be she too had to keep it a secret herself. Fortunately, she was on the right side of Dumbledore. In this way, he could not see her ring. With a sigh, she glanced into the great hall.

There, she saw Harry. Her grandson was sitting at his friends and they were laughing together. She could not help but feel a little warmth at the sight of Harry and his friends. There she saw her grandson, the Harry Potter, her grandson, Harry. When Bella and Harry had left the Great Hall, Minerva got up and walked away immediately. One more time she had looked angry over her shoulder at Dumbledore.

Later In her own private room she sat behind her desk, and was thinking about everything that had happened that day. To her left was a large stack of papers. Those were the papers that she had received from Bogrod that afternoon. Around her right hand was the ring with the Potter coat of arms on it. Something she found difficult to believe, and she became a grandmother on top of everything else. On the right side of her desk was the little red book of Harry. Her thoughts went to what was in that book. That will never happen again, she told herself. She could still remember everything she had told Albus. She had told him that he could not leave Harry at those Muggles. After all, they were the worst sort of Muggles that she had ever seen. But had he listened to her, no, it was for the greater good he had said. In the middle of her desk was the letter from the Potter vault. With on the front written in elegant letters the name.
Minerva McGonagall.
With a trembling hand she took the letter and opened it.

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Minerva McGonagall.

I'm sorry that I have to do it this way. But my name is Lilly McGonagall.

Yes mom you read that right. I am your daughter. You know me as Lilly Evans / Potter. I have often been on the point to tell you everything. But unfortunately, Albus Dumbledore has always blocked me from it. According to him you were not sane enough, and it would have hurt you too much if I did it. I even think he has Obliviated me a number of times to prevent me from telling you. But I tell you now, that you are my mother. I know it will be a shock, but I will try to explain everything to you in this letter.

I was placed in the Evans family when I was still a baby. I always thought that I was their daughter. When I got my letter from Hogwarts on my eleventh birthday, everything turned out to be different. I was a witch, the only one from my family. While I was with my parents buying my school supplies in diagonally, the first doubts came to my mind about my parents. At Ollivander I introduced myself as Lilly Evans. Ollivander looked at me and then at my parents and told us that there was something wrong, but he did not tell us what it was

That night my parents took me aside and told me that I was not their real daughter. She loved me like I was their daughter, and they felt like real parents to me. They told me that I was brought to them in the middle of the night by a wizard. It was Albus Dumbledore who had brought me there. My mother had gone mad about the death of her husband, my father. She could never take care of me that was what he had told my parents.

A week later we were back in Diagon Alley. We went to Gringotts to open a vault, so I could have my own money in the wizarding world. When opening a vault you had to donate a drop of blood. There I was told that my mother was still alive. And that she was working and that she was not crazy. Gringotts did not tell me where she was working. They did not even want to give a message to her. All they could say was that my real name was Lilly McGonagall.

At school, I learned that the head of house was none other than Professor McGonagall. My curiosity was piqued when I heard that name. The first few years I did not even dare to talk to you about this. After all, I was not sure if you were my mother or not. Years there after I sought out everything i could find just to be certain that you or someone else could be my mother. In those years, you and I became good friends. In my sixth year it was certain you were my mother. First I told my story to Dumbledore, it was stupid I know but I knew nothing else to do. He told me that you had gone mad after the death of your husband. My real father and that I should not tell you about this. You then told me in confidence that your daughter has been stillborn.

You also told me how your husband Harry McGonagall was killed in his profession as an Auror. You can understand that I walked straight to Dumbledore. I was mad at him because he had taken me away from you. He forbade me to say anything about it to you. And I was too afraid of him to go against him. I was only sixteen years old after all. According to him, you could not handle the shock it would give you. You were much too vulnerable, according to him. Many times have I begged Dumbledore to let me tell you? And every time I asked I got the same answer. No, you would not be able to handle it. James has also tried. But he was told the same thing.

As you know, we had become good friends. I also must tell you honestly that I was starting to see you as my real mother. In subsequent years, I often drop subtle hints. Every time I called you Mom, you looked at me. However, you never asked or said anything. You always smiled and took it as something normal. The many times that you were with us you kept your grandson on your lap. Those were the most beautiful moments I had. When the war came everything went way too fast.

That you are now reading this letter is a sign that I'm gone. I do not know how old Harry is now, but I hope he is with you. Harry has a godfather, his name is Sirius Black. His godmother is Alice Longbottom. They will take care of Harry. And let him grow up together with Neville. But he still needs his grandmother. I have not told Harry about Neville; for fear that something could happen to him. Alice and Frank are just like us in hiding from Voldemort, so I have not said anything to Harry about Neville. That's something that you should tell him for me.

Mom, I love you. And I am sorry that you hear of my existence in this way. I would have preferred to hold you in my arms and cry with tears of happiness. Worse is that I was taken away from you. And also, that I was kept away by Dumbledore himself. Even worse is that I have to ask the following. Sirius will not be the best father, we both know that. Would you help him in raising Harry? If Harry is not with Sirius or with Alice Longbottom then please make sure you have him. They cannot refuse his grandmother. If you cannot keep him at the school then you can bring him to the Greengrass family. They will take care of Harry for you when you're at school. There he can play nicely with their daughter Daphne. He can also stay with Amelia Bones, there he can be with Susan.

The next thing is Bogrod he's a goblin. Bogrod is a friend of ours. Bogrod is the son of the boss at Gringotts. Bogrod is looking after our Affairs and everything from the Potter family. At Gringotts he can make sure you're his grandmother, because they have ways to prove it.

Promise me one thing mom, do not let them bring Harry to that so-called sister of mine. They hate our kind and will mistreat him. I cannot describe what they would do to him. I can only imagine, and that's not even how bad it will be for real. Harry will not survive there. And I seriously think he can die there.

Mom Please listen.
Please, make sure that Harry does not go there. That he will not experience such a treatment at their hands. You also have the right to be acting lord Potter of house Potter. James took care of that, as long as Harry is underage you can represent him as Lord Potter.

Professor Minerva McGonagall. You are my mother and I love you dearly. Harry is your grandson. And Dumbledore knows all about that. Do not trust that man. He is a great wizard, that I do not take away from him but his greater good is not the good that he thinks it is. And I also think that there is more what he did but I do not know what.

There is another thing. There was a prediction, and it comes down to this. Either Harry or Neville Longbottom has to kill lord Voldemort. We do not know who it is. Lord Voldermort will mark him as his equal. We are currently in hiding. And hope that we do not have to send this letter. It is also why we did not tell Harry about Neville. But if you are reading this then Harry is the one who has to kill Lord Voldemort. He will need training, more training then he will ever receive from Dumbledore.

Then there is one last thing Mom. And I'm really sorry. I've looked at everything, but I knew nothing else to do. I've done a ritual through which Harry is protected as long as he is with his family. My sister is not my family you are though. This ritual gives him an extra protection. But he must be in a home with his family. In a house that he can call his home with his thoughts but also with his heart. And with you, he will always be home. Protect my son and your grandson. He is really great. And he already has a lot of magic. Poppy had to bind his magic a month after his birth. She must undo it for its third anniversary.

I love you Mom. We will talk again soon.

Your Daughter Lily McGonagall / Potter.

Professor McGonagall put the letter down on the desk. Tears burned in the corners of her eyes. She had always thought that her daughter was dead. Albus had told her so and she trusted him. And now, after everything she found out that she had known her daughter all this time. It had been one of her most favorite pupils. Lilly Potter was her daughter. Harry, little Harry, from out of nowhere was her grandson. Lilly knew he would have a miserable youth if he would stay with the Dursleys. And Dumbledore has placed him there, he was responsible for everything Harry had endured. Why had she believed him, why did she not do more for Harry? The protection that Albus always spoke about lay with her and not with those Dursleys. All those things went through her mind.

She thought of everything and felt much more, anger at Albus, sadness for Harry, Frustration that she had not known all of this before. Her gaze was focused on the little red book on the left side of her desk. Everything that was written in it gave her a sick feeling. Every blow and every type of torture that Harry had endured by the hands of those Dursleys. If only Albus had listened to Lilly all of that could have been avoided. Great Merlin if Albus had not taken away Lilly from her then all of this might not have happened at all. Albus had not only turned the life of Harry into a hell, but also that of Lilly and hers. Years of grief over her dead daughter had been for nothing. And now she knew she was alive, she was immediately reminded that she was dead, and all that was left was Harry, Merlin her Harry Slowly she stood up and walked to the Gryffindor common room. Again in the corridor every line of the red book went through her mind. All the misery that Harry had gone through and all the pain he had endured.

There she stood in front of the portrait of the fat lady. "Fortuna major" she cried. The portrait swung open and she went inside. She saw Harry sitting on a couch, his head on the shoulder of Bella. Bella had her arms around him in a hug. Daphne sat on his other side with his hand in hers. Harry had tears in his eyes that were slowly sliding down his cheeks. His letter was folded on the table.

McGonagall was standing there in the middle of the common room. Almost everyone had gone to their beds. Only Katie, Angelina, Fred and George were still up, they were in the corner and watching the friends closely

Harry looked into the eyes of Professor McGonagall and immediately stood up. He ran to her and said "they knew it, they knew it." Crying he stood by her. She had caught him in her arms and pressed him close to her. She could not speak and was crying softly along with him in her arms.

It was very strange for her. Harry had crawled in her lap as she sat down in a chair.

Bella had given her the letter from Harry. In that letter she read that Harry could not stay with his so-called aunt. At that moment she knew what Harry meant. "Your mother told me the same thing" she sniffed a little. "I'm sorry, Harry, if I knew sooner than you would have never been there. And I promise you this, you will never go there again".

Harry looked up at her with tears still in his eyes. "really, you promise, I really do not have to go there ever again."

"No Harry you'll never have to, never ever again."

"Thank you Grandma Mini" Said Harry with a small smile.

At that time, Angelina and Katie looked at her. Silent Angelina asked "Grandma Mini". McGonagall smiled at her and nodded. Later that night she would explain everything to the twins and the two ladies. She also asked them if they wanted to keep it a secret for now.

It was a lot for professor McGonagall to take in. Mainly because she was now thinking very differently about Albus Dumbledore. She knew she had a difficult time after the death of her husband. But a week later she was back home, and almost back to normal. Sure she cried, but who would not do that after something like that. The worst was the death of her daughter. who turned out to be not dead and now she was. Lilly Potter her daughter, she was at their wedding as a special guest. Why had Albus done all of that, what has he achieved with it, and what was the goal he wanted to achieve.

In the common room all of them had gone to bed. After half an hour, Harry returned to the common room. He could not keep his thoughts from the letter. Everything he had heard that day was new to him. From out of nowhere, he became a lord of a house, and he had a grandmother. years he had prayed for something like this. And now he had it, he had friends and Family. It was a small family but it was a family. His aunt had never hugged him in all the years that he was with them. Sure she had hugged Dudley, but never him. From out of nowhere, he had a grandmother who did it and he loved it. For once in his life he was happy, really happy.

On Sunday morning, he looked sleepy in the eyes of Bella. "What are you doing in my room Bella" Harry asked.

"Your room, Harry, you are lying on the couch in the common room. Did you sleep here all night".

Sleepy and yawning he was standing up "yes, I think so" he said. Shuffling he walked to his dorm room and started to get dressed. It was almost half past eight when they made their way to the great hall.

There they were eating at the Gryffindor table. Professor McGonagall walked past them and gave him a pat on the head. Without saying a word she walked to the head table. Harry looked around and just smiled at her. "She loves you, Harry, and she is happy that she is your grandmother" Daphne said in his ear. Bella sat next to him and nodded that Daphne was right.

It was a wonderful feeling that he had a grandmother now. McGonagall sat at the head table. As their eyes met each other, professor McGonagall gave him a rare smile.

Dumbledore was sitting in the middle and looked very sullen. Harry did not know what was wrong with him. But there was something that was not right. And it gave him a good feeling.