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WHEN I HEARD ABOUT HER DEATH IN THE NEWS, AFTER ROBBIE COLTRANE THIS WAS A VICIOUS BLOW TO MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES, THE DAME IS GONE. THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER MINERVA MCGONAGALL FOR US!

YOU WILL BE MISSED AND FOREVER LOVED MADAME MARGARET NATALIE SMITH! ENJOY THE LEMON DROPS WITH DUMBLORE WHERE EVER YOU ARE.

November 3rd

Her mind was stuck in the past, in the castle tour or her tour guide. It was the first time she saw him in his element, relaxed and excited to give them a tour but also shy and nervous simultaneously. It was interesting, to say the least, and getting to spend hours with him was an added benefit.

It was clear to her that she wasn't alone in her interest in the emerald-eyed teen, her friends shared it, and if the way Harry looked at Marie's cul he too was interested in them. It was so much fun to watch him flush from teasing or when he caught himself staring and looked away, it displayed he would control himself, which was a big win in her mind.

But it wasn't all daisies and sunshine, some things that he didn't say or avoided were very obvious. He wasn't good at lying and that revealed much more to her than he wanted to. A few of the discoveries were about whoever this Ronald Weasley was someone who hurt him deeply, also it was fresh meaning whatever occurred between them was recent.

Another thing was everything that was happening around him, it was clear that his peers think that he is the one who put the name in the goblet. It only proved that they knew nothing about their hero and the very same was true about the person behind the moniker of Le garçon qui a vécu.

But she was proud to see how he faced them head-on in the courtyard, this feeling of pride was new but a welcomed one. She didn't know that he played quidditch but even more shocking was that he was drafted on the team in his first year! It was the astonishing cause at Beauxbatons you can only participate in broom racing after the second year.

She still laughed imagining him flying on the Hippogriff! It was hilarious and terrifying at the same time. They were very prideful creatures, with terrible anger which resulted in the deaths of multiple arrogant witches and wizards according to their professor.

She shook her head out of her thoughts as she wrote the final paragraph on the parchment, completing her assignment. Dropping her quill on the table as she leaned back stretching her arms above her head with a feline grace, stiff bones popping and tension leaving her body along with a sigh.

Her mind wandered back to things she learned from the small talks she indulged in the morning with some of the Ravenclaw students. It was from them that she learned that Ronald Weasley was one of 7 brothers and a single girl, Ginny Weasley. She noticed it was the redhead giving her a stink eye while the boy was switching between leering at her or looking at Harry in a jealous rage.

Furthermore, she found out that whatever incident took place was in the second part of their third year which broke up their close-knit group of three. It wasn't clear what the reason but it was clear that it was Weasley's fault at least according to the general opinion, which she agreed with.

It was all she needed to know, she didn't want to know the reason behind their fight cause if someday in the future Harry wanted to tell her she would listen but she wasn't going to prey any further in his life without his knowledge. She didn't want to lose his trust due to her impatience.

She looked at her watch which showed that it was almost time for lunch, put her material away, and stood up from her chair. She moved out of her room and was soon out of the carriage, she looked around and found his friends near the lake sparring. She shook her head walking towards them, reaching she let out the gong spell in the air as they didn't notice them.

"Aie" "Mon Oreilles!" both women winced covering their ears much to Fleur's satisfaction. Ignoring their glares she gave an innocent smile saying "I am going for lunch, you guys can join after cleaning up"

Without saying anything else she made her way to the Great Hall, looking around she found Harry on his usual spot talking with Hermione. She made her way to him and plopped down on his left side without saying anything, both simply shared a smile.

She turned to see Hermione had a frown on her face " 'Ermione? What 'appened, why are you frowning?"

The bushy-haired girl sighed "Oh it's just I was trying to find out about the history of the tournament but so far I have found absolutely nothing! It's like it never happened before" stabbing her fork in the chicken and taking a bite in anger.

"Umm… I am sorry, 'Ermione but zey didn't keep any records for zis very reason. So zat future contenders can't refer to it. It's makes ze tournament zat much more difficult as no one 'as anyzing to refereed to it. I too tried to find out when zey informed us about it a week before"

The bushy-haired witch gaped a little before giving what could only be classified as a pout as saying "Well that's not… I just don't like it! I don't like not knowing anything about anything!" continuing eating angrily grumbling all the while.

Fleur swallowed the giggle that rose in her throat while she looked at Harry who was in a similar condition, the moment their eyes met they broke into a ruckus gaining the attention of everyone around them while the bushy hair witch turned red at embarrassment.

Taking pity on her Harry to her hand saying "Sorry 'Mione, it's just you look too cute when you are all angry, huffing, and grumbling" with a soft smile on his face.

"That's not even a word!" Hermione with a small smile on her face as her annoyance fled along with anger as she was not eating her chicken rather than stabbing it.

Fleur chuckled "Oh, you got to know after a day, I spent a week looking for zem obsessing actually. When Madame Florine informed me zat zere are none I almost burned ze whole library down! I was that angry" with a sip of her water from her goblet.

"So where are your shadows?" Harry asked before taking a bite of his salad.

The veela chuckled saying "Oh, zey got caught up in zeir sparring session and lost all sense of time, zey are cleaning up now. Zey will be coming in late" shrugging at the last part. She looked up only to see a pink-haired woman entering the hall dressed in red. She followed her eyes which were looking at teens who she could tell knew each other. She watched as they shared a smile and a wink from the woman made him blush before she walked to her table.

She knew whoever that woman was important to Harry, it was something she made a habit of observing the women who were interested in him, in the castle. First was the busty redhead sitting at the Hufflepuff table as both of them exchanged glances and smiles then Professor McGonagall who was good at hiding her interest but was giving Harry a longing look from the head table and lastly it was a blond girl from across the hall who simply held an impassive look as she looked if not glared at Harry.

It was the result of her observing with her friends and playing 'who is crushing on whom' back at Beauxbatons. She lost more than she won in the beginning but got better with time now she could tell someone's crush with a single look.

She turned to him asking " Who is she 'Arry?" with a genuine curiosity

"Hmm… oh! That's Dora, or Tonks for others, she is family. She is here as part of the auror contingent for the tournament" he answered with a beaming proud smile on his face and continued "She is great, funny, and loves the rock band Weird sisters! She is a metamorph magus!" as soon as he said it he turned to Hermione who as he guessed was about to question it meant when he interrupted "She can change her appearance at will!"

She could see how much he loved and admired the woman, how fond of her he was. She smiled asking "She seems like an interesting person, someone I would love to know more" being polite.

"Me too, I have so many questions for her!" Hermione chimed in, her eyes burning the fire of curiosity.

He shook his head saying "I am sure she would love to meet all of you, I will ask her when she is free and maybe she can join us next time if that doesn't get her in trouble with her superior I guess" as he took the last bite of his mash potatoes.

As his plate disappeared he turned to Fleur asking "So what are Beauxbatons like?"

The veela smiled informing "Well it was opened in 1555 AD, it's near Cannes and based in a castle but it's a different zan zis one. It's large, 'as three wings, each containing compartmentalized areas of student life: dining 'all, reception parlor, classrooms, dormitories, studio spaces, and ze dueling block. Ze Palace Grounds are well-manicured and cared for by fairies and sprites. Ze most alluring features of ze Palace Grounds are ze lake and ze world-famous gardens. Extracurriculars at ze school include dueling and fencing, horseback riding, social arts, and an 'onorary society" the pride evident in her voice.

"Wow! Fairies, I have never seen one, only read about them in books!" Hermione exclaimed her eyes wide in awe.

Fleur nodded saying " Zey are very friendly but also very protective of zeir gardens, you don't want to cross zem if you value your peace" Shuddering a little remembering the ruckus caused when a stupid boy plucked a flower without the fairies permission.

Harry nodded "It's like Neville, I still remember him punching Malfoy into next week when he killed a plant with the wrong fertilizer" shivering at the memory when his friend showed his Viking heritage.

Hermione whined "Oh it all sounds so great! I wish I could see all of it myself!" with her brother nodding along in agreement.

The veela smiled happily as she continued "Oui! And I would have given both you ze tour myself" She turned to the green-eyed teen continuing "You would have loved L'Aile Est! It 'as a culinary lab, zat's where the dueling block and student studios are!"

He chuckled shrugging his shoulders "Well who knows, someday in the future it just might happen!"

"I 'ope it does! I would love to show you around" she said with such fondness and love in her voice accompanied by a soft expression that made Harry's heart skip a beat. He was lost in her sapphire eyes for a second before her rosy pink lips demanded his attention.

The silent quaint moment was broken with Celine and Marie's greeting "Bonjour, 'Arry! 'Ermione!" startling and making both jump in the seat with flushed red faces and a vicious veela glare directed towards the duo who only smirked in return and started filling their plates.

"So did you guys go to Beauxbatons too?" Harry asked taking a sip of his water to cure his dry mouth.

Celine shook her head "Non, I went to Drumstrang before moving to Gaul after graduation. I wasn't at bright of a student but I was a decent duelist. I took part in local tournaments zats how I met zis one" nudging her partner's shoulder with hers.

Marie gave a nostalgic smile "Oui, she was a tough one to beat in the arena in terms of power but I quickly changed tactics using speed to run circles around 'er. You should 'ave seen 'er pout after our duel, it was 'uge!"

"Hey! I wasn't pouting" indignantly looking a little flushed with a pink dusting on her cheeks.

Marie rolled her eyes "Sure you don't" as she continued drinking her coffee before answering "I went to Beauxbatons, but I unlike Flower 'ere I was more interested in fencing zan riding zose beasts" getting a light glare from her ward.

Hermione cocked her head asking "So you are originally from Norvegr?"

"Non I am from Gaul but my parents moved to Norway for some business just before my schooling was to start, later they fell in love with ze country so zey still live zere but I missed 'ome so I came back" Celine answered as she took a bite of peanut butter toast.

Hermione smiled nodding saying "So what's next class?" as she finished the last of orange juice.

"Oh! It's charming wiz Professor Flitwick! I 'ave 'eard a lot about him. 'E is a world-renowned duelist and zree times international champion!" Fleur gushed her sapphire eyes shining with admiration.

Harry chuckled "Yeah he is a pretty great teacher, my second favorite after Mine…" he paused shaking his head continuing "Professor Mcgonagall and of course Hagrid, he is best when it comes to learning about magical creatures"

"Yeah he is great but sometimes he gets carried away in his excitement" Hermione noted with a nostalgic smile remembering the first time she met the half-giant for tea back in the first year.

"What about you?" Fleur asked.

Harry scrunched his nose in disgust answering "Herbology with Professor Sprout" Noticing the questioning look on his guest's face he answered "I don't have a green thumb like Neville" with a light dusting on her cheeks making others chuckle a little.

Fleur patted his hand saying "It's okay 'Arry no one is perfect, I don't like potions zat much cause ze fumes always give me headaches, I barely passed in moi first year" rubbing a light circle on the back of his hand for a minute before the blush on his cheek drew her attention and she stopped.

He held back a whimper at the loss of her warm touch before saying "Thanks. It's just not my favorite subject but I manage"

Hermione chuckled "Yeah right you are second in our year after Neville in Herbology, first in DADA, and at least top five in other subjects barring Potions for obvious reasons. Stop being so modest Harry"

" 'Mione!" he gasped incredulously while turning cherry red making Marie and Celine laugh while Fleur only gave an amused smile.

It vanished when she heard the gong of the clock tower as she stood up with others following her lead, she turned to Harry saying "See you later, 'Ermione! 'Arry" as she exchanged air kisses with both before taking her leave. Hermione dragged her brother who had a goofy smile on his face towards the class.

It was an exhausting class but that only increased his excitement for his weekly appointment which was today along with no small amount of nervousness but that didn't stop as his feet moved one after another until he came to a stop in front of a real-life lioness statue.

He smiled reaching for the guardian as he walked towards it, scratching the spot behind his ear and getting a purr from it he smiled "Hey girl how are you? Doing okay" getting another purr, and as the lioness nuzzled her face in his stomach. He nodded saying "Yeah I missed you, now I should be on my way inside or your mistress will not let me have any cookies, Ariel!"

As soon as he said the name the door opened for him, and he walked through after giving the automaton a final pat. He entered a similar office with a heavy smell of Scott's bluebells with a vase sitting in the corner along with the delicious smell of shortbread which made his full stomach grumble.

The office was empty as it always was, following the pattern he moved towards the open door on the stairs. He let the the similar warmth of the Minerva's quarters wash over him. It is large and spacious with a small open balcony on the end with a table set for two but only a teapot on it with the plate of shortbread missing.

Curious he looked around to find the professor when he spotted another room where he could hear the noise coming from, quirking his eyebrow he moved forward calling "Mine…" but he froze mid-sentence reaching the door frame.

The reason? In front of him clad in a dark red gown bending in what he could describe as a stone oven, it was giving him the perfect view of her covered cheeks. The gown though loose overall was snug around her hips, fitting like a second skin on her fleshy full cheeks.

Desire flamed in him, his heart and hands aching to roam all over them, knead and play with them, feel the flesh overflowing from between his finds after he gets his hand full to spread and explore her forbidden regions.

His imagination running wild he didn't notice when Minerva stood up with a tray of freshly baked shortbread and turned around with a smile. To her credit she didn't jump seeing him only eeped a little, calming her breath down she put the smile on her face she reserved for private occasions like these greeting him "Halo Harry" She waited for a minute for a reply but getting none she looked at his face, saw the dazed expression and his aura flaring out every so slightly.

She was confused for a minute as to what caused it only to remember what position she was in just a second ago, her face going from pale to cherry red in a millisecond. She contemplated what to do for a second before putting the tray aside and stepping towards him caressing his face her hand calling again, a little louder "Harry!"

"Huh! What! I am so sorry Minerva! I was… looki… and … yo…" he said startling out from his daze stuttering and thankful that his satchel was covering his hard-on right now but that didn't help how red his face was.

Shaking her head she waved her hand "It's okay Harry, you had quite a couple of days, it's only reasonable for you to be a little out of it for a while. Now you go sit I will bring out snacks right out"

Once he walked back to her quarters she let out a breath of relief with a slight pink dusting, she didn't know he would arrive on time not a minute late and these bawbag cookies took longer than normal to cook. Though she didn't regret it she was happy to know he was attracted to her and if his haze was any indication, he wanted to do much more than see her bahoochie! It was now her turn as in a couple of seconds her mind went through multiple scenarios, with each one her breath getting labored and her face turning a darker shade of red.

She shook her thoughts out of the forbidden thoughts about her Harry, quickly plating the shortbreads, taking a deep breath, and getting her complexion back. She walked out with the plate "Good evening Harry" setting the plate on the table.

"Good evening Minerva" he replied with a small nervous smile on his face fidgeting a little in his seat courtesy of his hard member which he thanked magic was hidden under the table.

She swallowed a chuckle seeing the boy's condition as she filled their cups with chamomile tea adding milk followed by a couple of cubes of sugar in his while taking her without any before telling "So how are you coping with everything Mo-ghraidh?" with concern expression on her face mixed with love and longing.

There was that word again, he didn't know what it meant but loved the way it sounded, always making his stomach flutter. He took the cup from her asking "It's okay for now, it was worse on the day before yesterday, I can feel the stares on my back and whispers, but I don't care all the people I care about believe me" as he took a sip from his sip.

With a soft smile, she nodded saying "Yes we do Harry" before chuckling and shaking her head.

He quirked his eyebrow tilting his head asking "What?"

"Oh nothing I was just thinking, had circumstances have been different" she swallowed a lump of emotion continuing "Had your parents lived and that bastard didn't exist, I am sure your father would have applauded you on pulling the greatest prank ever, tricking the magic itself"

He thought about it for a minute and chuckled nodding saying "Yeah it would have been funny but I can also see Mum going ballistic and grounding me for life" he added, both sharing a laugh once again.

"I agree, her anger was well known in these halls, people called her Temper Lily. Your father was the most frequent target of her anger along with your Godfather. She sent them to the infirmary in their 5th year for stealing panties from girl dorms on Christmas" she chuckled remembering the incident.

He smiled asking "She must be good, 'cause according to Sirius, he and Dad were the best duelists in their years" taking a bite of the shortbread. He moaned saying "These are heavenly delicious!" leaning back in his chair.

She blushed saying "You generous Mo ghraidh!" taking a sip and hiding her face with the cup buying time to control her blush, once she felt heat vanishing from her face she continued "Oh that's a partial truth, they were best boys but your mother wiped floors with many upper years" with pride reflecting in both her eyes and voice.

He smiled saying "I bet that was one of the many things dad loved about her, huh?"

"I think it's a Potter trait, your Grandfather married Dorea Black after all. They were before my time but their legend is known by all" Minerva said with a smile.

He nodded saying "I know Sirius told me how grandpa defeated her betrothed in a duel to get her hand going against his parent's wishes only for Granna to challenge him for the worthiness for herself. He lost but she still accepted his proposal! I wish I could have seen it all go down myself or asked her about her reasoning behind calling for duel" sipping on his tea.

She nodded "Oh many have speculated that it was her showing him that though he won his hand she wasn't his property, some say it her way of showing her love to him on the battlefield and some say the duel never happened it was all a hoax, only the family members of the participants know the truth" taking a bite.

"And all those who knew about it are dead, so I guess it will remain a legend," he said with his tone slightly more somber as he circled the rim of the cup.

She nodded saying "Aye, but it is also fun to make stories about it" with a twinkle in her eyes. Trying to lighten the mood a little which worked as her guest had a small smile on his face, she asked "Speaking about stories, did you know your grandparents were animagus?" getting a surprised look from him she continued "Yes your grandfather was listed on the ministry directory as a leopard and your grandmother' was uh….." She thought concentrating.

After a minute she let out a sigh of defeat asking "I am sorry Mo Ghraidh, I can't remember her form" looking disappointed in herself.

"Oh it's okay, at least I know my grandfather's form and that also explains where dad caught the bug," he said with a smile on his face "So was mum an animagus too?"

She gave a thankful smile for the first comment before shrugging her shoulder "I don't know about that but she was very good with animals and magical creatures, according to rumors I have heard she was even respected by the centaur of the forbidden forest"

Something clicked in Harry's mind, as he traveled back to the night of his first year of his detention in the forest with Hagrid when he was saved from the shade of Voldemort by Firenze. Now he finally had a reason why the centaur was saved, turns out that even in her death his mother was protecting him. "Harry?"

"Hmmm… oh um it's nothing just…" as he took a sip of his tea followed by another treat before asking "So um where do your parents live?"

She gave a nostalgic smile "They lived in a Mcgonagall house remote place near Stornoway, I grew up there. It's a very small community of magical but we were happy. My father Lewis McGonagall was an auror in the ministry and survived the war. My mother's name was Jenny, she was an enchantress who did some small work for people. They died of old age in 1975, I visit the house during Christmas to pay my respects and clean up"

He nodded "I haven't visited them yet, I didn't know where they were until this summer. Sirius offered to take me but I wasn't ready, maybe this Christmas"

"It's okay, I remember it took me years to accept that they were gone. So take your time, Mo-ghraidh" leaning across the table putting a hand over his and giving it a comforting squeeze. Her gray eyes met his emerald pools promising to be there for him, always.

He smiled turning his hand and locking his fingers with hers as he returned the promise to be with her side always and rubbed a soft little circle on the back of her hand. The silence was broken by the loud gong startling both of them, they jumped in their seats causing a little tea to spill on the table.

Both averted their eyes too embarrassed to look at each other with Harry standing up and apologizing "Um… it's I am sorry about the mess" Looking on the ground his body tense.

" It's okay, nothing that can't be fixed" She brandished her wand and with a single swish cleaned the spilled tea. She stood up saying "Besides both of us were to blame for it" as she moved forward and put a hand on his shoulder.

He relaxed a little and stepped into her private space hugging her tight and saying "Thank you Minerva" burying his face in her chest, as he took a breath of air also came her scent of bluebells which went to his head making him feel light-headed.

She was shocked just like two days ago in the hallway when he kissed her on the cheek but only for a second as she returned the hug "Always, Mo-ghraidh" she said lightly hugging him and reveling in the scent of ozone mixed with old leather.

As they separated she returned the favor as she leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth before saying "Thank you" losing herself in his green pools.

He smiled replying "Always, Minerva" before taking a step back and taking his bag from the side of the chair where it was hanging. With a last smile, he took his leave from her quarters.

Minerva was now sure that whatever was happening between them was not just her imagination. It was mutual. She was ashamed that she was feeling attracted to one of her students, who was fourteen. Young enough to be her grandson.

She deluded herself into thinking that it was just her care for him increasing nothing else. That notion faded when she found herself wandering the castle ground in her animagus form and found him working out near the lake. She was unable to take her eyes off his physique in those tight workout clothes.

From that day on she felt for the cats who were suffering in the heat and it became a routine for her to watch him in the morning, of which she missed a single day. She knew that he was training with Nymphadora Tonks which was a relief knowing he was going in it prepared. Along with the fact that going forward she won't be alone as it seems she could see a collective of women loving Harry.

It was clear to her from that first day that it wasn't only care but also that she wanted to bed him and make love to him, in every way possible. She could feel her magic reaching out to him her primal instinct of a cat wanting to be bred by him. But her mind was repulsed by these feelings of her.

For the last two months, she kept these meetings nonpersonal least to the extent that he was allowed to use her first name and she told him stories about his parents.

The day his name came out of the goblet, the day his lips touched her skin burned in her memory. Her logic and shame were replaced by worry and concern, all she wanted to do was show him how much she loved him along with showing him her true form. But she knew she had to take it slow or it would only spook him.

She felt her breast throbbing along with her center bringing her out of her thoughts she moaned "Ach meirlinn!" placing a hand on the table to stabilize herself. Taking a deep breath she stood up with a little wobble in her knees and waved her wand clearing the table.

She would have loved to just go to her bed and get herself a little relief but she had the last class of the day which thankfully was the first year practicing the stick-to-needle transfiguration. Making her way to her closet she quickly divested herself of the dress noting the effect on Harry in her mind before changing into her signature black and dark green robes along with her pointy head. Heading out to what she loved to do most, teach, actually second-most as there was a certain emerald-eyed teen who took the first spot.

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