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A Very Much Needed Guest
"You never finished telling me about Maggie," I told my mum as we sat down at the kitchen table. My dad had gone to sleep already and my mum was still too weak to go to sleep, if that were possible. "Maggie McGonagall, remember?" I asked.
"Oh." my mum said. "Well what do you want to know about her?"
"Everything," I announced but just as I said that, there was a faint knock at the door. "I'll get it." I said before I remembered the last time I offered to. My mum gave me 'the' look and I sat back down. "I'll, er…just wait for you to answer it."
My mum sat up from her chair and with her wand at ready, said, "Who are you? Answer me!"
"Molly Prewett, it's only me! Minerva McGonagall." a familiar voice said. I stared at the door in confusion. McGonagall rarely came to our home, EXTREMELY rarely, like once every five years.
"Is that so?" my mum questioned her. "Really, then? Okay, very well. Answer this for me. When did Maggie marry Fabian? What year and how many children did they have?"
"Maggie married Fabian in 1978 and they had James Fabian Prewett and Tomas William nine months later, a set of twins, on December twenty-third, at St. Mungo's, at seven thirty p.m. Anything else, Molly?" McGonagall asked in a tired voice.
"No," my mum said quietly. "Nothing else. Come on in." my mum offered as she opened the door, showing Professor McGonagall. She looked quite the same as before, except she wore her large witch's hat a bit lower to hide the scar on her cheek.
"Good evening, Ginny," she said to me.
"Hello, professor." I said. "What brings you here so late? Oh, sorry. I'll just leave, I suppose." I said as I started to walk away.
"Oh, Ginny, there's no need for that. You're very much an adult now, my dear." Professor McGonagall said sadly. I smiled at the thought. Professor McGonagall always had a way of making me feel so much better about myself.
"Don't put that in her head, Minerva," my mum muttered as she poured herself another cup of tea.
"Mummy, put the tea down already!" I said in an exasperated tone. "The tea is not going to make anything go away, I'm sorry to say. Professor, please tell her the truth. She won't seem to get away from tea and honey." I almost cried.
"Ginevra!" my mum scolded me. I rolled my eyes a bit and almost hid a smile, as did my mum.
"She is so much like Maggie," Professor McGonagall said in a happy voice. "Molly, dear. Maggie would be so happy to see that you can face death better than she herself. Please do that for her. You know how she was when my William died. You know, Ginny, my children William and Maggie?"
I gulped. "Yes, my mum recently told me, Professor. I'm really sorry." I said in my most sincere voice.
"She was the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts, and she took full privileges of that," my mum laughed. "Mags was perfect, wasn't she, Minerva?" they both laughed and agreed.
"Well I am far from perfect," I smiled. "Tell me about her, please, if you don't mind?" I asked with one of my rare smiles. My mum looked at me adoringly, something she always did and made me blush because of, especially around other people.
"Maggie was one of the chasers for Gryffindor and she was quite talented, if I may so myself." Professor McGonagall smiled. "She and Fabian were completely inseparable. They had my blessing, of course. He was handsome, perfect, and well-mannered. And a gryffindor." I laughed.
"They had twins at nineteen," My mum laughed. "James Fabian Prewett, and Tomas William Prewett on December 23rd. They all fought valiantly before their deaths." My mum said with watery eyes. "Maggie might have loved my brother more than I did."
"She was one in a million, then," I said in a realizing voice. My mum nodded.
"I have something to tell you, mummy," I said in a gulping voice. "I love Harry Potter. And we plan to get married very soon."