Disclamaire: It's simple, everything you recognize is clearly not mine.
A/N: So this is the first time I have ever written anything like this. It
will be a minis series named 'McG'. This it the first part. Please Review!
I mean It doesn't take too much time to say at least THREE WORDS.
Summary: McGonegall can control the children in her house, but can't
control her OWN child? What's going on there? Set before Potter got to
Hogwarts. Seven years before. Slightly silly.
And her name was Cynthia
"CYNTHIA!" Cynthia stopped runing through the hall and stopped. An Uh-oh-
I'm-in-trouble look came over her face. The little eleven year old slowly
turned around and looked up at Madame Maxim who was walking over to her.
She was red in the face. In the begining of the year Madam Maxim was huge.
Now she looked like she had lost a hundred pounds. She wasn't huge anymore.
But still she was an impressive hieght and build.
Madame Maxim walked over and stopped right in front of her. Cynthia looked
up and tried to give her, her best You-know-I-did-it-but-i'm-so-cute-how-
could-you-possibly-yell-at-me smile. Her long black hair was tied in two
loose pig tails. They had become loose from all the jumping and running
that she had been doing. She had been runing from Madam Maxim for at least
ten minutes. She had to jump down stairs, run down halls, do hairpin turns.
She had to make her way through crowds of students, jump over bookbags on
the floor, duck from floating objects and stop as best she could before
ruining into a dead end.
Now she stood in front of Madame Maxim who was still strugling to breath
and clutching her heart. Her face was putrple and her eyes glinted with
anger and exhaustion. Cynthia bit her lip and looked around. There where a
couple of sixth and fourth years in the hallway. They where all currently
looking at their Headmistress and at little Cynthia in curiosity. They
wondered what the little Brittish girl had done this time to get the
Headmistress so angry.
"Cynthia," Madame Maxim said when she found her voice. She paused and tried
to take in air. She pointed a finger at her face. "You'v'... you'v'
gone.... gone too fart.... 'dis time," she said as best she could while
struggling with air. Cynthia thought about what she did and wondered what
kind of punishment she would get this time. In her opinion she had done
She had been sitting in the lunch hall when one of the girl had insulted
her. She had stood up, grabbed a handful of mush that they liked to call
'mashed potatoes' which really actually looked and smelled like old useless
cookie dough. Well anyway she had picked up a handful of mashed potatoes
and threw it at the girl. The girl however had ducked and it hit the gril
behind her. That girl than stood up and threw it at her. She had ducked and
it had hit the second year girl behind her. That girl however took a swing
at Cynthia and Cynthia had ducked and than tackled the older girl to the
floor. Pretty soon she was rolling on the floor with the second year girl
while the rest of the hall began to have food fight.
The second year girl could only tug at Cynthia's hair while Cynthia tried
the best she could to hit her in the face. She did hit her a coupled times
in the face. Other times the girl had moved her head out of the way and her
fist came in contact with the hard flagstone floor. She was soon pulled off
the older girl by a teacher, whom she accidentally socked in the groin. The
male teacher had imediately let go of her and fell to the floor, curled up
and holding himself. She had looked down at her charms teacher and covered
her mouth in surprise.
Than a seventh year came over and grabbed her. Out of reflex she socked the
boy in the stomach. Once she realized the other blunder she did she took
off runing. After a couple of seconds she realized that the Headmistress
was runing after her, yelling her name and shaking one of her big fists in
"It wasn't my fault," she said inocently while shruggning her shoulders.
"Oh no," Madam Maxim breathed out shaking her finger. She still could not
catch her breath. She straightened up a little bit as if to add effect to
what she was baout to say. "You are.... You are hearby..... Expelled from
this...... Acandemy," she said. Cynthia's mouth fell open as she looked at
"But.... But.... My mum is going to kill me! Please Madame Maxim. It isn't
my fault!" Cynthia begged. Madame Maxim shook her head.
"None of 'dat. We hav' given you too many chances and you don' seem to
learn," Madadme Maxim said finally being able to speak. "Look at me! I hav'
more white hair 'den ever. Ever since you hav' arri'ed her' I hav' not
relaxed, not once! I can not, no more."
"BUT I've made you lose weight! You look soo much better like this!"
Cynthia said and the headmistress took in a look of indignation.
"Go an' pack you'r Tings!" she shrieked angrily. Cynthia looked down and
stomped down the hall.
"FAT toad! Needs to learn how to Speak proper english! NOT even bothering
to hear my story!" Cynthia muttered to herself as she walked to her dorm.
She packed up her things and knew that Madam Maxim was probaly owling her
mother at the moment. She shrunk her trunk and stuck it into her pocket.
She walked out of the dorm and took Madame Maxim's office. When she got
there Madam Maxim was pointing at the fire.
"Dumbledore's office!" she said with her accent. Cynthia grabbed some Floo
powder and stepped into the fire place.
"Dumbledore's Office!" She said loudly and clearly. When she stepped out of
the fire place she dusted herself off and looked around the office. The
only person in there at the moment was Dumbledore. She smiled and walked
over to him. She loved Professor Dumbledore. She had always thought him to
be such a nice old man. He looked up at her and smiled. He stood up and she
walked over to him. He opened his arms and she walked straight into them.
"Cynthia! What are you doing here?" he asked as he hugged her. At that
moment the door swung open. Cynthia pulled away stratled and looked at the
person who had walked in. When she saw it was a male she sighed in relief.
She was happy it wasn't her mother. She looked at the teacher who had just
walked in and was looking between her and the old Professor. He had
shoulder length black hair. A hooked nose poking out from a pale face. His
onix eyes surveying her, he thought she looked like a pretty little girl.
"Severus," said Dumbledore. The man named Severus turned to the Professor.
"This is Cynthia, she is McGonegalls eleven year old daughter." The hooked
nose professor raised an eyebrow as a look of disbeliefe or possibly
surprise came over his face. "Cynthia this is Professor Severu Snape. He's
been teaching Potions for the past two years," Dunbledore sais turning to
the little girl. She noded. "Cynthia what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Ummm.... I was expelled from Beauxbaton," she responded turning pink in
the face and looking down at the floor. Severus couldn't stop staring.
EXPELLED. Severus had had a good image of what McGonegalls daughter would
be like and it was nothing like this. He guessed she would be a goody-two-
shoes. NOT a little girl that would get EXPELLED at the end of her FIRST
"Expelled, but my dear how did this-" before he could finish the door of
the office burst open and in stepped a livid Professor McGonegall. She was
so angry that her lips had dissapeared from pressing so hard. Her eyes
where wild and on fire with anger.
"EXPELLED!" She shrieked causing the windows and Snape to shudder.
Dumbledore flinched and the little girl imediately hid behind Dumbledore.
"You are ONLY in your FIRST YEAR. EXAPLAIN HOW THIS HAPPENED!"
"It wasn't my fault. It was that horrid Mildrid," she said in a small voice
that was however somehow audible. "She insulted me, I through mashed
potatoes at her she ducked and a food fight started. Somehow a second year
took a swing at me and next thing you know I'm on the floor with her,
fighting. Than a teacher pulled us apart and I accidentally hit him in his
unmentionables and than I accidentilly hit a seventh year in his stomach.
And that's pretty much it, but It wasn't my fault. Madam Maxim just doesn't
"WHY DIDN't YOU JUST RESTRAIN YOURSELF FROM THROWING FOOD at Her?"
McGonegal barked walking over causing the girl to further hide behind
Dumbledore. Severus merely looked at his old professor. He had never seen
her this angry before.
"Minerva," Dumbledore said gently causing the transfiguration's teacher's
head to snap and look up at him. The anger trying to subside as she looked
at him. "Perhaps you should not be too hard on the girl."
"Albus, If I needed help on how to handle MY CHILD I would ask you, but I'm
not," she snapped at him causing him to flinch. Severus couldn't believe
that this was her reaction. "And as for you," she snapped turning to the
child. "Your father is probably very ashamed of you!" she scolded looking
at the little girl who was holding Albus and looking at her mother. She
looked at the floor in shame. She could feel her eyes begin to water.
"I'm sorry," she said through a tight throat. "It's just so hard without
him here anymore," she cried. And with that McGonegall's visage melted. She
got on her knees and outstretched her arms to her daughter. The little girl
looked up and came out from behind Dumbledore. She walked over to her
mother and huged her. Crying into her shoulder. McGonegall held onto the
"It's okay, we'll just put you into another school. It's okay," McGonegall
said gently, rubbing her daughters back. The little girl took her head out
from her mother's shoulder and rested it on her shoulder. She looked at
Snape and she smiled wickedly at him. His mouth practically dropped open.
He could not believe that she was acting! She as faking it! She wasn't
really crying! But it looked so believable! The Wicked little NYMPH!
McGonegall let go and the girl changed her face to one of sorow and as she
looked at her mother she sniffled. Snape looked at her schocked again. She
was so good at changing her expression. She now looked like she was filled
with sorrow, but slightly calm. "I'll just have to enroll you in Durmstrang-
"I don't want to go to Durmstrang! I want to come here!" the little girl
"NO," McGonegall said sternly. "You are going to Durmstrang and that is
that! Understood! And you are not to get EXPELLED or put a single toe out
of line. Understood!" The little girl noded and sniffled.
"Ms. McGonegall! Your constantly getting yourself into these strange
problems! How could you possibly get bitten by a Weretiger! Those things
never attack people. We didn't even know if they even actually existed
until NOW!" Karkaroff bellowed. He was giving her all these dirty looks
like as if she was dirt, the scum of the earth. She would even go as far as
saying that he was probably an ex Death Eater. Of course he was, but she
did not know that.
Cynthia rolled her eyes. She didn't care what happened to her at this
point. It's not like she had ever wanted to attend this school anyway. So
what she had snuck out on friday night to go clubbing. So what she got so
buzzed that she woke up in a forest somewhere in India, she really didn't
care. If she was expelled she would believe it would all be for the best.
As long as her mother didn't blow her lid off she was fine.
Cynthia looked at her hair distractedly. When she had walked into
Karkaroffs office she had looked herself in the miror. She put her face
right up against the miror and she could see that her eyes where now
silver. Silver! They where actually Silver! NOT gray, SILVER! Well actually
the light had to shine on them a certain way for them to look silver or she
had to be feeling anger very strongly. If not she still seemed to have her
black eyes. Not only that set her appart, but her hair now had red
higlights, which she had once read happened to their hair. Her teeth where
abnormally larger and sharper and her nails where as well. Not only that
but she notcied that she was walking with more grace and elegance than
before. On top of that she was much more stronger than before.
"Cynthia look at me when I'm talking to you!" Karkaroff bellowed. She
turned to look at him. "Did you know that Weretigers are more agressive in
their human form than when they actually are in their animal form? That's
worser than Werewolves. Werewolves are only agrresive once a moth. You are
aggresive every day of the month except for on the day of the full moon!
You are hearby expelled from Durmstrang. I cannot risk the lives of other
children with having you here!"
Cynthia looked at him and rose to her full hieght. She now stood at six
feet, of course now she was seventeen and old enough to be that height. It
was not because she was a weretiger, but because her father had been a tall
man and therfore she got it from him. She looked Karkaroff straight in the
eyes and shot a look of utter digust at him. She than turned on her heel
and walked out of his office. She walked to her dorm and packed all of her
things into the trunk. She than shrunk it and stuck it into her pocket. She
walked off of Durmstrang and Apparated to just outside of Hogwarts.
It was the middle of april and it was raining very hard. She walked up to
the castle. She entered the castle and began to walk through it. She soon
stopped when she was spotted and stopped by a teacher. As she looked into
the face of this teacher she realized that she had met him when she was in
her first year. He looked at her and by the looks of it didn't recognize
her. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he asked. She looked him in
the eyea and wondered what she should say.
"I'm looking for my mother, have you seen her?" she asked. He stared at her
and than he seemed to remembering who she was. He than stared at her.
"Six years is a long time isn't it?" he asked as he looked at her. Her hair
had red highlitghts, she was tall, beautiful even if she was soaked, looked
depressed and seemed to have very sharp teeth. In the dim light he could
see her eyes a dark color. She took out her wand and dried herself off. Her
hair imediately became wavy and bouncy. It still reached the small of her
back and the front strands framed her face. "Your mother is with Professor
Dumbledore in his office." He responded and than he stopped. "What are you
doing her?" he asked stressing the 'are'.
"I was expelled from Durmstrang," she responded curtly. "Apparantly
Karkaroffe has a thing against," she stopped herself as she looked at him.
She considered what her mother had once told her about him coming from a
pure blood family and being the Slytherin Head of House and decided not to
say why she was expelled. "Girls like me." He looked at her and noded.
"Umm... actually could you just give her a note from me?" she asked
thinking it better not to tell her mother. She conjuered up a piece of
parchment and a pen. She thought it would be faster if she used a pen
rather instead of a quill and ink bottle. She walked over to the wall and
scribbled a quick note.
I'm very sorry that I was expelled from Durmstrang. I feel so ashamed that
I can't bear to face you. Especially since a Dark Curse has fallen on me
from my last blunder. I do not think I can face you. I just want to let you
know that I love you and that I will be just fine. Don't worry about me. I
can take care of myself. You have raised me right and I'm a young lady of
age that knows how to make it through the right way in this world.
With love from your darling daughter,
She folded the letter and gave it to him. "Can you please give this to
her?" she asked. He looked at her and noded. He took the note in his hand
and stared at her.
"What are you planing on doing?" he asked. She looked at him and thought.
She took in a deep breath.
"Please," she said. "Just make sure that she gets it and please tell her
that when you saw me I was perfectly fine and that nothing will happen to
me." He looked at her seriously and noded. She turned and walked swiftly
out of the castle. He turned on his heel and walked in the other direction
going to the Headmasters office. He muttered the password, and tried to
hurry to his door. When he got to the door he knocked on the door and
opened it. When he walked in he could see McGonegall sitting in her seat
clutching a letter and looking livid like he had seen her six years ago.
McGonegall turned to look at him and scowled. He walked over and held out
the note to her. She looked at him and as she did a loud clap of thunder
was heard outside. Her face seemed to take in a look that said 'what's
happened' for the potions master looked grave as he handed her the note.
When she took it he stepped back to where he stood in a safe place. Far
from her. She opened the letter and as she read through it her face took in
a look of horor. Her hands shook. She was soon crying out, her cries
drowned out by the loud thunder outside.
Dumbledore had moved to try and comfert her. Severus tried to tell her what
Cynthia had said, but she seemed to block him out. All she could do was
cry. Severus than wondered. McGonegall could tame every child that set foot
at Hogwarts, except for one. And her name was Cynthia.
The End. (for now. Look out for the sequel: 'The magic in silver orbs')