The Ward of Hogwarts
Summery: What if McGonagall had gotten her way when Harry was a baby? What would Harry have been like?
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not mine. I simply put the Imperius Curse on them and made them do what I wanted. I promise I'll lift the curse and put them back undamaged.
A/N: The first part of this chapter is lifted directly from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone. No infringement was intended, but it was necessary for my plotline
A/N 2: This story will be AD/MM although it will be rather slow getting there. Also, this story will not be updated with my usual regularity. It's a rather slow story, I get an idea for a chapter and I post it, but I hope to have at least one part up a week, at worst. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys it. Remember, Read and Review.
Prologue: He Can't Stay Here
"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
"You don't mean – you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who were less like us. And they've got this son – I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"
"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."
"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous – a legend – I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future – there will be books written about Harry – every child in our world will know his name!"
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember. Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, then opened her mouth again. "I have a very bad feeling about them Albus. Let's take him back please. We won't let him turn out wrong because of something as silly as fame." It was the closest she'd ever come to begging him for anything.
"We?" He questioned her. Amusement sparkled in his eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched as he tried to hide his grin.
But Minerva wasn't in the mood. "Fine." She snapped. "Me. Alright. I'll take care of him. Just so long as he doesn't stay here." She crossed her arms in front of her and stared at him.
Dumbledore sighed. He'd known her to long not to know better then to mess with the steely glint in her eyes. Oh he knew that if he put his foot down she'd back off, but the he'd spend the next eleven years, at least, hearing about it through the subtle barbs she was so gifted with. And heaven help him if she ever decided that Harry had been mistreated during his stay with his aunt and uncle. "Very well." He conceded. "Harry will come to live at Hogwarts. And you may be the one who cares for him."