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The years are passing by too quickly. Thought Minerva as she sat on the bench daydreaming. It has been five years since the death of Lily and James. And five years since adopting their son, Harry. It is legal, the adoption, but she can't help feeling guilty. The thought of her raising Harry instead of Lily and James. It feels wrong.

She glances around her at this peaceful and beautiful scene. A meadow as green as can be with the occasional flower petal peeking just barely above the grass. Minerva adds cut the grass to Hagrids to do list. Hagrid she thought. She remembersall to clearly the moment when Hagrid found out about the loss of his two friends. He used up every tissue in a muggle convenient store. His sobs could be heard from down the street. It was heartbreaking for Minerva, because she cares so deeply for Hagrid and hates seeing him so distressed.

At the far distance of the field lies the monster infested lake, right behind the tall oak tree that holds so many memories. McGonagall remembers looking out of her classroom window and seeing the marauders sitting under this same tree. By marauders she means James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. All of whom she hasn't seen in nearly six years. She remembers seeing them laughing and joking under the tree, always causing trouble. She can't even recall how many detentions she has had to give to thelot of them. Minerva always felt bad for Lily because James had a knack for picking on her. Out of love of course, but still.

She is snapped back into reality by a small black haired boy of about six calling her name while chasing a butterfly. He keeps calling her name, excitement in his voice, wanting her to watch him.

McGonagall laughs at his enthusiasm and replies, "Be careful Harry!"

A bell sounds behind Minerva signaling the start of lunch. And the end of her break. McGonagall sighs. It has been hard on her the past five years, trying to raise a son and teach. Teaching at Hogwarts is demanding and she has so many other students to help. And she found out very quickly that Harry loves to cry if he wakes up from a nap and she isn't holding him or feeding him. Luckily though, the students have been very helpful, and still are, by caring for Harry and looking out for him when Minerva can't. Albus also keeps an eye on him in his office whenever Minerva has an exam to give her students or must meet with another professor briefly.

Harry comes running over and tugs on her sleeve crying that he is hungry. If there is one thing he knows, it's that bell equals food. And McGonagall swears that his stomach is a bottomless pit.

"Alright, alright. We can go eat now." She smiles down at her son. My son. It is still so hard for her to believe so she finds herself repeating it often in her mind. Harry wraps his hand around his mothers and skips ahead, dragging her behind him. The walk up the stone steps and enter the school.

"Hello Harry!" Scarlett, a fourth year Ravenclaw bends down to look at Harry in the eyes. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. She is often the one who watches Harry for her professor. Harry half hides behind his Mother while swinging her arms that he still grips onto.

"Good morning Scarlett." Scarlett stands up and faces Professor McGonagall.

"Hello Professor. Urm, I have a question. Do you...need me to...watch Harry at all today by any chance?" McGonagall can tell she is nervous by the way she is staring hard at the ground and fidgeting with her sleeve.

"No, that's alright. He's in a tired mood today and I have no exams or meetings planned. Plus professor Dumbledore is here today and he can watch him if need be."

Scarlett looks relieved. "Thank you professor! It's just, I have a lot of studying to do tonight and..."

"It's alright Scarlett. Now if you excuse me, I have a very hungry, tired, little boy who is cutting off circulation to my arm." She smirks down at him. Scarlett nods and walks into the dining hall.

The second they walk into the dining hall, Harry launches himself forward and darts through the mob of students and calls to his friend.

"Hagrid!" His voice squeaks, quiet but audible enough to attract attention from the students. Harry jumps into arms that belong to a big man of about thirty and gets lost within his burly beard.

" 'ey Harry! How, 'ave you been?" Booms Hagrids voice.

"Hello Hagrid. It's great to have you back." Says McGonagall smiling at her friend and past student.

"Oh, 'ello professor. It's great to be back!"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to have my son back. That is, before you strangle him?" She raises an eyebrow at him.

"Oh o'course professor." Hagrid puts Harry down who continues to hug Hagrid. Hagrid ruffles his hair causing it in to stand up a little at funny angles.

"Come on Harry, aren't you hungry?" She smoothes down his hair as he nods. They walk up to the professors dining table and take a seat to the right of Dumbledore and the left of Professor Sprout. McGonagall waves her wand and a stool appears for Harry to her right next to professor Sprout.

"Good afternoon Professor." Professor Dumbledore says to McGonagall who has just climbed into her chair. "How is your day?"

"Good." She pauses and then adds, "Tiring...Very tiring."" She looks over at Harry who is playing with his food that has just appeared in front of him on a silver dish. Dumbledore laughs quietly and nods in understanding. "Harry, darling. Please don't play with your food." McGonagall says when she notices it for the first time. She takes his fork out of his hand and places it next to his plate.

For the rest of lunch, Minerva talks with the other professors and the occasional student who has a question on their homework or just want to make small talk. Harry is relevantly good compared to how he usually is and Minerva can't help but to enjoy it while it lasts. No whining, complaining, or crying. She looks up at Dumbledore and smirks.

"Did you put a charm on my son?" She asks with suspicion and amusement.

"Why, whatever do you mean Minerva? I feel insulted!" The lie is so evident that they can't help but smile almost idiotically.

"Albus...?"

"Fine. I promised Harry that if he was good during lunch, after I would take him out to the quidditch pitch to watch the Gryffindor team practice."

"When did you..." Then it hit her. About a half hour ago, she excused herself to use the restroom and asked Albus to watch Harry.

"How dare you make a bargain with Harry without my knowing?" She attempts to look serious but fails almost immediately. Though she doesn't like to be lied to, she can't help but enjoy the lack of nagging.

After lunch, McGonagall, Harry, and Dumbledore walk out to the quidditch pitch and take their seats high up in the stands before practice begins. Harry points in awe as the players dressed in red and gold robes fly out onto the field and high above them. McGonagall smiles down at her son while Dumbledore merely laughs at his enthusiasm. Wow, Dumbledore laughing... She thought. That's a rare sight. I mean, she knows Albus to be a happy man and is constantly cheerful, but laughing was still rare for him. She can't help but notice how happy Harry makes him. And her as well. A sad, almost sickening feeling washes over her. The reality of why she took Harry in the first place strikes her again. Her heart begins to ache with grief and guilt.

Oh Lily. Why didn't I tell you that you...

"Hello professor, headmaster. Harry." A boy of about 15 hovers in front of them on his nimbus 1000. He has red hair and his face is spotted with freckles. A pin on his robe indicates that he is the captain of the team.

"Hello Charley." Dumbledore greets with a nod.

"Hello Mr. Weasley." McGonagall chimes in, glad to be distracted. Harry waves his small hand at Charley who is a familiar friend of his.

"The season seems to be going well for you, wouldn't you say so Charley?" Dumbledore asks.

"Oh, of course professor. Well, we are in a close second behind Slytherin which is always good. Plus, nobody has been hospitalized yet which is a first." The three of them laugh at this. Even Harry smiles at the change in mood.

The three of them continue to watch the practice, waving a the Gryffindors as they pass. Charley even took Harry out on his broom a couple times. (To Minerva's disapproval of course). After practice, McGonagall was forced to leave Harry with Albus and continue her transfiguration lessons for the day. Meanwhile Harry went up to the headmasters office where Dumbledore conjured up a small bed for Harry to take a nap on. He slept longer than usual, clearly exhausted.

McGonagall went to gather Harry for supper and finds him fast asleep on Albus's lap. Before she could ask, Albus answers what he knows she will ask.

"He was fast asleep in his bed when he began to cry in his sleep. Another nightmare probably. So I gathered him onto my lap and he stopped crying and shivering."

"Was it of you-know-who? The nightmare I mean?"

"I'm not sure. But if I had to make a guess, that would be mine." Minerva sighed and sat in a spare chair next to Albus. He wrapped his arm around her as she snuggles against him.

"Do you think we should tell him? When he is older, I mean. I would never tell him now but, maybe when he is old enough to understand." Dumbledore nods his head and watches a tear slide down Minerva's face. She falls asleep in his arms, not even thinking about going to supper. She would much rather be in the arms of the two people she loves most. Albus Dumbledore, and Harry Potter.