Thank you once again to all of the wonderful people who have reviewed!

I have written quite a bit more of this story now and so hope to have a few updates over the next few days. For now there are a few chapters for you to read (my apologies to those waiting for some ADMM, I'm afraid you still have many chapters to wait - for some romance - although their relationship is a pivotal aspect of the story!)

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Minerva watched nervously as her father prepared an upstairs room in their manor for a meeting. Once everything was organised he turned to her and scowled slightly.

"You will stay outside until you're called back in, but you will no leave the grounds." He told her firmly, "And you will not mention this to anyone," he waved his wand over her, muttering something, "If you do, I will know."

She nodded and obediently slipped outside into the grounds. She didn't really mind being sent outside, she felt safer out here, away from the rest of her family. Also, although her father had confiscated almost all of her possessions, he had not yet thought to ban her from entering the broom shed, perhaps because he himself had never been a keen flier. However, for Minerva this was the only pleasure in her holiday, the knowledge that she could mount her broom and fly around the grounds, leaving all of her cares behind her.

Minerva flew for a while, before daring to fly closer to the upstairs window and get a look in at the meeting. She was shocked by Grindelwald's presence in her father's home. Panicking slightly, only one thought entered her mind, she had to tell Professor Dumbledore.

Minerva flew her broom upwards, towards the room at the top of the house, hoping all of her family were too busy with the meeting to notice. She entered the window silently and, calling an owl over, scribbled a tiny note on a piece of parchment:

Professor, my family working with Grindelwald. He's here now. Minerva McGonagall

However, she'd forgotten her father's warning not to tell anyone of the meeting, and as she completed the note she felt herself falling unconscious. She knew she could not allow him to find the note and struggled to give it to the owl, managing to gasp, "Dumbledore, Hogwarts," before collapsing.

Minerva woke in her room and glanced across at the clock to check the time, 7am. She jumped out of bed, her parents would expect her to be preparing the family's breakfast.

She ran down the stairs and encountered her father who looked up at her with fury in his eyes, "Try to avoid causing your family anymore trouble," he said coldly as he walked past.

Minerva sighed; she wished he could forgive her for being sorted into Gryffindor, but it was beginning to seem unlikely.

While she was preparing breakfast she heard the wards signal a someone's approach and her father opening the door. Hearing the official announcement of Ministry personnel entering she moved closer to the door to listen and heard snippets of the conversation.

"Inquiry – Grindelwald – need your help – thank you, sir."

Her father pushed open the door and she leapt back to avoid being seen.

"Tell your mother I've had to go into work," he instructed her, "And that I'll be back when I can. And you stay inside and stay out of trouble."

She nodded, "Yes, father," she whispered.