A/N: Sorry for the delay guys. I decided that I couldn't stand studying for finals for another day so I typed up another chapter. I think this will be the final chapter of this story. Don't worry...I want to develop the relationship further and write about how Harry grows up at Hogwarts. It'll come out as a different story. I dont' know when the story will be out though :( I also wanted to edit and improve this story so I'll be working between these two project. I hope you guys like this chapter better than the last one. I'm personally more happy with it but don't let that affect your reviews ;) Enjoy!

Chapter 5 Gammy

As children often adapt easily, Harry began to accept being under the care of McGonagall. After all, what did he have to complain about? He was fed when he was hungry, changed when he was wet, and his nightly whining ensured that he was comfortably rocked to sleep. Sometimes it was the funny man with the white beard that took care of him, but most of the time, it was the pretty lady with green eyes and dark hair. To Harry, she acted like his mama use to; she came when he cried and she took care of him.

One day when the lady was working at her desk and the old man was sitting on a couch reading a book, Harry was moving around the floor after a flying snitch. It was a toy version of the snitch and although Minerva would normally disapprove of letting Harry playing with something so small, she allowed it this time since both Albus and herself were there to supervise…not to mention that she had double checked the charms placed around the toy so that it could not be swallowed.

As this was the last day before the students were to return, the two decided to watch up on their work and finalize the details to as to what they're going to do with Harry during classes.

The two worked in silence but a child's giggles could often be heard in the background. Minerva was glad that Harry was comfortable enough to play on his own and was less clingy than he had been for the past few days.

"Umph!"

Both adults immediately looked up from their work as they hear the exclamation from the child

Luckily, it was just Harry straining himself to try to reach the snitch. He had just missed it but he didn't seem too upset by it.

The snitch flew further away from him and Harry crawled after it, heading into the bedroom.

A minute later, both adults heard a shriek from the bedroom and immediately dashed into the room. They found Harry sitting on the floor, ignoring the snitch flying above his head and screaming his heart out.

Minerva immediately went to Harry as Dumbledore, who already had his wand out, scanned the room for any intruders.

Minerva never felt her heart beat faster than it had the minute she heard Harry's scream. "Harry! Are you hurt, dear?" In her panic, Minerva forgot she had a wand on her and started to check the boy all over for any injuries.

When she didn't find anything wrong, she stood up from her spot, with Harry tightly in her arms. The boy had buried his head in her shoulders and had a fierce grip on her robe. She murmured soft words of comfort and gently rubbed circles around his back as she looked towards Dumbledore. Right after Harry was brought to Hogwarts, the two agreed that Minerva would always stay close to Harry while Dumbledore dealt with the intruders.

"It's alright Minerva. I was scanning the grounds from the window when I was approached by Sir Nicholas. Apparently, he was just flowing through the rooms when he ran into Harry. He meant to tip his head to greet the boy, but that gave the boy such a terrible fright that he thought it would be better for him to leave. When he saw me at the windows, he thought it be wise to explain the situation. He sincerely apologizes and hopes that the boy is not too unwell."

Minerva let out a breath of relief that she didn't even know she was holding. Now that she knew what was wrong, she could deal with the situation.

She looked down at Harry and was disturbed that the boy was still crying very hard. He had his face buried in her robes, but from the cheeks that were unhidden, she could see that they were bright red.

"Albus, can you please obtain a calming potion from my medicine box. I always keep one around in case a student is in distress."

Dumbledore found the potion and brought to the pair, along with a bottle of pumpkin juice.

"I think one drop of the potion in the pumpkin juice will be sufficient for child. Why don't we move to the couch where we would all be more comfortable?"

Minerva was surprised to find herself still standing at the spot where she found Harry, and quickly that it was a good idea. Once on the couch, the two attempted to coax Harry into coming out from the robe drinking some juice.

"Harry my boy, why don't you come to me and drink some of the pumpkin juice that you liked so much last time."

Harry peeked out from Minerva's robes, considered it, and then decided that he rather stay where he was.

"At least he stopped crying for a bit there. Here, why don't you let me try." Dumbledore gave Minerva the bottle and she snuck the tip in between Harry's mouth and her robe. With one hand, she held the bottle there, while her other hand was wrapped around the babe and she was gently rocking him.

"Shhhhh…it's alright, Harry. The ghost is not here anymore. Albus and I are here now and we're both going to make sure that you don't get hurt. You like Albus, don't you Harry? He always brings you sweets and you play with his beard. And he has that beautiful phoenix Fawkes whose tail you're so fond of pulling. Now, won't you be nice to Albus and try some of the juice that he brought for you?"

By the end of her conversation, Minerva stopped rocking Harry and waited for him to take the bottle. Harry didn't come out of her robes, but she did feel a tug from the bottle as the child took in the juice. He drank only a couple of sips before he turned away from the bottle again but it was enough to for the calming drought to take effect.

"What a good boy you are Harry!" Minerva couldn't help but feel a bit of pride as Harry did what she asked. She resumed to the gentle rocking from before. With the bottle now gone, both arms were wrapped tightly around the boy, with one hand gently patting his back in rhythm with her rocking.

With the calming potion in his, Harry's breathing slowed and he was resting comfortably now with his face turned towards Dumbledore, his checks against Minerva's bosoms.

Dumbledore could see that with Minerva's soothing voice and the gently rocking, the boy's eyes were slowly closing.

He couldn't help but reach out to wipe away the tear stains on the boy's cheeks. As soon as he did, Harry's big green eyes fluttered open and he watched the headmaster.

Dumbledore smiled a grandfatherly smile to the boy and said soft gentle words to the boy to help him sleep. As soon as Harry drifted off, Minerva carefully laid him on the couch and covered him up with a soft tartan blanket. It was an unspoken agreement between the two that both would be more comfortable having the child sleep in front of them rather than in his room, not to mention that Harry would also prefer the former than the ladder.

The two returned to work, with Dumbledore now sitting in an armchair across from Harry, and were both there to see the child stir from his sleep two hours later.

When Harry awoke from his nap, he pushed himself upright and used both hands to wipe the sleep from his eyes. He was very happy to see that he was not alone.

"Albee" Harry exclaimed with out-stretched arms when he caught the attention of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore chuckled at his new name and was glad to pick Harry up as he had requested.

"It certainly seems like you're in a much better mood than you were when we put you down two hours ago. Perhaps you just needed a nap."

Harry sighed contently as he sat comfortably on Dumbledore's arm and rested his head on the headmaster's shoulder.

Dumbledore knew that Minerva was watching from her desk and walked over to her while carrying Harry.

In a playful sing-song tune, Dumbledore told his deputy, "Look who I brought for you, Minerva? A little boy who already has us at his beck and call at the tender age of one. I'm afraid that he's going to have the whole school at his fingertips if we don't watch out."

"Yes, Albus, I agree. However, that's a problem that we're going to have to worry about later."

Turning her attention to Harry, she greeted him warmly with a "Good afternoon Harry. I see that you had a nice nap."

Upon hearing her voice and his name, Harry sat up in Dumbledore's arms and reached out for Minerva.

"Mama!"

Minerva frowned and did not take Harry from Dumbledore. Instead she gently chided the boy.

"No Harry. I am not your mother, nor will I accept to take her place. I am merely your guardian, here to guide you and protect you until you are of age. I want to make that clear, even if you may not understand that right now."

Harry was getting frustrated at not being held by Minerva. He started whimper and squirm in Dumbledore's arms and the headmaster had to use both arms to prevent the boy from falling out.

"Mama!" Harry tried again.

Minerva sighed. "Harry, I cannot be your mother. For heaven's sake, I'm old enough to be your grandmother!"

Harry's whimpering was quickly becoming a cry now and before he could get himself into another fit, Albus quickly stepped in.

"Minerva, it's obvious that Harry is too young to understand this so why don't we try it at a later time. Meanwhile, I sincerely doubt that you can be merely a guardian to Harry until he's seventeen. The boy obviously means more to you than just a charge. In fact, you just said yourself that you're old enough to be the boy's grandmother, and I think that's an excellent idea. Harry never really got to know any of his grandparents and I'm sure that neither James nor Lily would be offended if Harry thought of you as his grandmother."

Minerva thought this over and realized that everything that Albus said was true. She really did not feel that it was appropriate for her to take Lily's place but she was hard-pressed not to play the role of a grandparent to Harry. She never had the chance to have any grandchildren and had several times found herself treating and thinking of Harry as if he was one.

"It's true what you said, Albus. Harry would be more than just a responsibility to me." She knew that from the moment she saw the tiny green-eyed orphan with the lighting scar fresh from the attack."

"Excellent then. Now, if you would just remove your boisterous grandson out of my hands, or else I fear that I may just drop your precious cargo on the floor."

Minerva welcomed Harry into her arms. "Harry, I don't know if you like it or not but I'm going to take care of you as I would my own flesh and blood. I do hope I would make a good grandmother to you."

As children often surprise grown-ups with how much they appear to understand, Harry choose that exact moment to declare "Grammy." It actually came out as "Gammy" since he wasn't old enough to speak clearly, but in either case, it surprised and flattered the Deputy Headmistress. It may be because he heard the word grandmother being used so many times around him or because he truly was a precocious child; in either case, from that day forth, Minerva had another name to answer to at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.