Disclaimer: As stated in chapter 1, this is not an orginal idea but I love these stories so I thought I would give it a try.
A/N: I'm sorry for the delay! I wouldn't count on consistent updates but I'll try to work on the story when I can. Thanks for the reviews and to those who are sticking to the story! I was in a hurry to get this chapter out since it was originally half-finished already that I didn't get a chance to proofread. Please let me know if there are mistakes. Thanks.
Chapter 3 Bath Time
Four hours later, Minerva awoke for the second time that morning. Since all the students returned home to celebrate with their families, Minerva decided to have breakfast in her own rooms with Harry. She rang for a house elf and breakfast was promptly brought to her cozy sitting room as requested. Before she could step into the bathroom for a quick shower, movements inside Harry's crib drew her attention. Harry was waking up and it looked like she would not be able to shower this morning. She greeted Harry once again and proceeded to change and dress him. Harry had nothing with him when he was left with the Dursleys so naturally, Minerva had nothing for the child. She decided that Harry's supplies would need to be taken care of today. After transfiguring a pair or soft maroon pajamas into a warm sleeper, she fortunately dressed the boy without much fuss.
"You must be hungry, Harry. Let's get you something to eat."
She noticed that the photo was still in his hands. Realizing that the picture would likely be damaged by the end of the day, she quickly made several duplicates and framed one next to Harry's crib.
Minerva carried the child to the table and held him in place on her lap. Breakfast was long and difficult as Harry refused to eat much of the porridge provided. McGonagall had difficulty trying to eat herself along with feeding a child who wasn't interested in eating.
Halfway through their first meal together, there was knock at her door. A quick look at the clock made Minerva guess that it was the Headmaster at the door. When she first arrived to teach, the newly appointed Headmaster offered to walk her to the Great Hall for breakfast as a welcoming gesture. The gesture turned into a habit, and after nearly 36 years of teaching, there weren't very many mornings when the Transfiguration Professor would not be escorted to breakfast by the Headmaster.
Leaving the table quickly to answer the door, the visitor did indeed reveal himself to be the Headmaster.
"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore. Perhaps you've forgotten that all the students left for home yesterday so there's no need to dine in the Great Hall."
"Good morning, Professor McGonagall. Ahhhh, I realize that the students are gone but old habits are difficult to break."
The sound of a spoon dropping on the floor caught the attention of the two professors.
"Forgive me for not greeting you earlier, Mr. Potter. Enjoying your breakfast I see," the Headmaster directed towards the boy with a twinkle in his eyes.
The mischievous young boy had been playing with his porridge and had the substance smeared across his face as well as his hands.
"Harry Potter!" a female voice behind Dumbledore scolded. "Honestly! Just like your father, you can't be left alone for two minutes without causing some form of trouble." Despite her bit harsher tone with the boy, Albus could tell that Minerva was not really angry at the boy. In fact, she even looked a bit amused at the boy and his mess.
The headmaster then stayed to give Harry a bath while Minerva made a list of items she wanted from Hogsmeade and sent a house-elf to get them
When Albus and a towel-wrapped Harry returned from the bathroom, they had a surprise for Minerva.
"Min! Min!" Harry shouted from Dumbledore's arm as he spotted Minerva in the living room.
Minerva turned around in surprise when she heard her childhood nickname being called. She saw Harry reaching for her and gladly took the child in her arms.
"Oh Harry, my name is Minerva," she said softly as she cuddled the boy against her.
"I tried telling him that while he was in the tub. Apparently, your name is much too difficult for a one-year old to pronounce so I guess you'll have to settle for Min."
"What about you, Albus? What are you called?"
Just then, Harry reappeared from the crook of Minerva's neck and said in almost perfect pronunciation, "Albus."
"Well said, my boy! That was a very good, Harry."
As Minerva carried Harry into the bedroom to get dressed, Albus thought he heard her mutter to Harry, "that's the last time you're getting a bath from Albus."