McGonagall's POV
"NO. You absolutely may not go!"
I was horrified. Potter actually wanted to walk into the hands of his worst enemy.
"But Professor, he said I can bring whoever I want!" Harry pleaded.
"C'mon, we can have loads of Aurors with us. You can pick!" Ron whined.
I sighed. "I suggest you consult Miss Granger. Maybe she will be more successful than I in making you see sense. Until then, go back to your studies, I am sure you still haven't started your essays on the Laws of the Animagus. In the meantime, Mr Weasley, would you dispose of this please? I do not want anyone else to see this, except for Miss Granger of course."
I smiled and waved them away.
"So who will help me?" I said crisply.
The rest of the staff gaped at me as if I were a dragon. I already knew that Potter and Weasley wouldn't give up, and Miss Granger, however reasonable, would be just as curious. Gathering the teachers together, I told them about the letter and asked for their support in setting up the meeting. By this time I had Aurors scouting the Potters old house and sniffing around to try and stop a trap.
"Minerva, are you mad?" choked Horace Slughorn, who agreed to teach at the untimely death of Albus.
"I, for one, would be helpful in this situation," drawled Severus. "I know how the Dark Lord thinks and I may be of some use in negotiating. I could also find out whether this letter is genuine."
McGonagall nodded and Snape swiftly left the room. She looked around at the other teachers.
"You know what Potter is like. He will go after Voldemort anyway, so we might as well be there to back him up."
Sinistra sighed and ran her hand through her hair. "Very well, then. We cannot stop what will definitely be. Don't you agree Firenze?"
The centaur furrowed his brow. "Harry Potter is a stubborn young man and I will endeavour to help him in any way I can." The rest of the teachers murmured in assent.
I smiled vaguely and leaned forward in my seat. "So here is what will happen."