A/N: So, this is the last one, I hope you enjoyed this series. There has been a few… interesting ones, but once again, I sincerely hope that it was as good as it gets. Enjoy.
Word count: 249
2 Week Drabble Wars: (scenario) Write your character being a mother/mother figure to someone / (dialogue) "Mothers, lock up your sons."
Maybe he didn't see it, but Minerva cared about the boy as if she was his mother. Maybe he didn't see it, but she had always watched his moves from the background, she had always made sure he was as safe as she could muster – and as much as Dumbledore would let hr interfere -, and she had always made sure that he learned justice, equality and loyalty.
Maybe he didn't notice it, but she had always tried to steer him in what she deemed to be the right direction, and even though sometimes she may have seemed overly strict, she had always wanted only the best, because while she didn't experience it herself, she could only imagine what it must have been like to grow up without a real family.
While Mrs Weasley was the loving side of a mother for him, Minerva was the side with the high expectations and the proud glint in her eyes whenever he surpassed them.
'Mothers, lock up your sons!', somebody would have said when the war had started. Minerva didn't. She let him do what he was destined to, she let him do what was right. And it had been a good choice after all, because when it all ended, she stood there with the usual proud glint in her eyes, looking at the man her student had become.
Maybe he never saw it, but she would never deny if somebody said she was just like a second mother to him.