When Minerva awoke the next morning to find two pairs of green eyes looking at her she said "Hello, you two."
"Hewwo." Titania replied quietly.
"We wan bweakfas." Harry demanded.
Minerva chuckled as she stood up. "Alright, but let's go get dressed first. We will have breakfast in town before we buy what we need for our little farm."
"We has a farm?" Titania exclaimed excitedly.
"Yes." Minerva smiled as she saw the excitement in her daughter's eyes.
"Wiv a cow and chickens and horses?"
"I don't know about any horses yet, but maybe if you are very good."
"What's your name? An' where's Mummy?" Harry asked, not quite as excited as his sister about the farm idea.
Minerva's eyes watered, before the tears began to fall from her eyes. "Oh, my darlings, I'm so sorry." she hugged them very tightly before saying "Your mummy and daddy were killed by a very evil man two nights ago. They told me that if they died I would care for you."
"Would you wike for us to call you Mummy?" Titania asked Minerva, looking up at the older witch as she hugged her.
"Yes, I'd like that very much." Minerva replied.
As the years went by, the Stewart family made friends with Michaela and Conor Neufeld. They had moved from California when Michaela published her first best-selling novel Gone with the Faeries. They had two children of their own, a girl named Helen, and a boy named Robert Sherlock. The Neufelds and the Stewarts grew up together, with either Minerva or one of the Neufelds watching them as they played in the fields. The four children were the same age, and were the closest of friends.
As Minerva and Michaela sat in Minerva's kitchen, watching the four children play with Conor, Michaela asked a question that had been bothering her for a long time. "What happened to Harry and Titania's parents?"
"They were murdered, and the man who killed them disappeared." Minerva said bluntly.
"Were they your son's or daughter's children?"
"They were my former students' children."
"Oh. I'm sorry. They must have been very close to you."
"They were at that." She chuckled as she watched the children play in the sun. "I spent seven years teaching both of them."
"Where at?" Michaela prodded, happy that her friend was finally beginning to open up about her past to her.
"A small, private boarding school in Scotland."
"Seven years... private boarding school in Scotland... you're a witch, aren't you?" Michaela asked, finally putting together the pieces. "Don't worry." She assured Minerva after seeing her look of panic. "Conor and I are magic too. We met at the West Coast Witch and Wizard Academy of North America as teens." she giggled. "We were both second years when we were put in the same Charms class. It wasn't until almost two years later we found out that we both liked each other." Michaela blushed like a strawberry, recalling how they finally figured out that they loved each other.
Minerva smiled, thinking about Severus and Lily. "You two were made to be together. Just like Harry and Titania's parents."
"Who were they? And more importantly, who are you? The only Minerva I know of from Hogwarts was Minerva McGonagall." She stopped, and stared at the older witch. "You're her, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Ohmygod. Oh. My. God. I've been living next door to one of my heroes. Wow." Michaela was practically bouncing as she sipped her mug of tea.
At that moment, much to Minerva's relief, Conor brought in the four shrieking ten-year-olds. He saw the look of excitement on his wife's face and signed 'are you ok?'
'I'm fine. Minnie is Professor McGonagall of Hogwarts! We've been hiding our magic from her, fearing her to be non-gifted, and she's one of us!' she signed back excitedly.
"Wow." Conor said once he comprehended what his wife meant when she signed. "I'm surprised, but only a little, Minerva. I have a picture of you with my grandfather from when you visited the States in the fifties. I can see it now. You were in traditional witches robes, with a tall, pointy hat with a wide brim." He smiled. "I'll get their lunches ready, Michaela? Come help me. Minerva can watch the kids.
Minerva was happy to be able to be fully herself that final year before Harry and Titania were to go to Hogwarts. She traded spells and potion recipies with Michaela, and helped Conor with some of his Transfigurations that he wasn't overly confident on. Then, in May, came letters to Helen and Robert.
"Minerva?" Michaela called as she stared at the owl sitting on her table.
Minerva ran over to the house as fast as she could. "Congratulations, They will get a fine education there."
"But my babies will be gone for most of the year." she cried into Conor's shoulder.
"But they will be among the best of their class. I would know. I worked there once."
Michaela nodded, sniffling as she dried her eyes. "I just didn't want them to grow up so fast."
"I know." Minerva hugged the crying witch, hoping that the letters for Harry and Tatiana would arrive sooner, rather than later.
On July thirtieth, came a knock on Minerva's door. Michaela opened it, since she and her family were celebrating the twins's birthday.
"Hello, My name is Professor James Potter of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Are you Minerva Stewart?" A tall, handsome man with unruly black hair and square glasses asked.
"Hold on a moment." She said politely before bellowing inside the house "MINERVA! THERE'S A PROFESSOR FROM HOGWARTS TO SEE YOU!" She smiled politely, and motioned for him to come in. "She'll be here in a moment." She grinned, knowing it would be a shock for the professor to see his former teacher living as a muggle.
"About time! I've been waiting all mornin' for the sod to show up!" Minerva declared as she marched into the room, the twins following her. "So, who did Dumbledore find fit to replace me?"
"Professor?"