His Daughter

Author: Leta McGotor

Disclaimer: I own nothing but some characters like Nostradamus Crehl and the McDrake family including Richard McGonagall. The other belongs to JKR. This whole thing below was beta read by Artemis Sprape. I hope you enjoy reading.

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Chapter 18 Some changes in life

Minerva sat relaxed on her favourite place, the windowsill. She loved sitting there. Every time she needed comfort or she was angry and stressed she looked for a windowsill to sit on and look out of the window. That calmed her. She had started this habit when she first had come to Hogwarts. As a little child she had believed her mother was nearer this way and that she could hear her when she sat there quietly and listened to the wind.

Now Minerva sat again on a windowsill, but not like always on the one right next to her bed but on the one she had learned to love over the last years. It was the one in the office of her father. She wondered why he wanted to speak her, his letter sounded very urgend and so she had hurried the way from London to Hogwarts. What was so important that it couldn't wait until the weekend when she would meet him anyway?

Minerva sighed and looked out of the window. The snow had fallen and the sky turned dark already, although it was only afternoon. A few students were outside and had a snowball fight and a few others even trained for Quidditch. She smiled. It was years and years agao that she herself had been one of those lunatics who trained even in the deepest snow storms. But that was past. Now she was a grown up woman, had a fine job in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic and every weekend she met with her father to have dinner and play a game of chess or something like that. She enjoyed her life, made long journeys over the summer break and did a lot of research on the topics of Transfiguration and the ones she had to deal with while her work.

It became even more darker outside while she was watching the students and not long after that they returned into the warmth of the castle. Minerva shrugged and looked at her watch. She wondered what it could be, why she should come immediately to Hogwarts and then sit here and wait for hours. Finally she heard footsteps outside in the corridor and then somebody opened the door. This someone was no other than Albus Dumbledore himself, who was red in the face because he had run down several corridors and stairs to reach the office. First he looked confused around but then he spotted Minerva sitting on the windowsill.

"Ah Minerva, good that you could come.", he stated and went to hug her.

"Of course I came, but what's the matter? Did something happen?"

"Yes", he answered and sat down behind his desk. Minerva stayed at the window. "Probably you have read that Professor Dippet was very ill in the last time. They wrote it in all papers."

"Of course. Some even bet that he wouldn't make it into the next year."

"He died a few hours ago."

"What? Was it really so bad with him? I thought that he…" She looked helplessy at her father. Professor Dippet had been her headmaster and although he often seemed weak willed, he had been caring and fair, mostly. "And… and now? What happens now?"

"He will be buried tomorrow evening, as soon as possible and then… then I will become headmaster." Albus sighed


"Yes. I am… I was the deputy headmaster. There are only a few things I have to sign but then I'm headmaster." He shrugged and stared into nothingness.

"Oh, Dad. That's… that's … What will you do now?"

"We have the Christmas holidays but then I need a new teacher for Transfiguration."

"It's nearly impossible to find someone in that short time. Writing it all in the Daily Prophet, then waiting and looking for someone suitable in one week. Absolutely impossible."

"I know but I also know someone who is perfect for the job."

"Who is he?"

"It's a she and she has studied Transfiguration, she was the best of her year. She can handle with the students, she is strong willed, fair, wonderful… I couldn't find someone better than her."

"Then ask her. She can't do more than saying no, can she?"

"But when she says no, what can I do then?"

"Convince her. Promise her something, ask her what she wants. But really, who would turn a chance like that one down? No one in the right mind would do so and when she knows of her abilities she won't say something other than yes."

"Right or she will bide my head up. Nevertheless, you will do the job?"

"I… what? You are joking. You can't mean… no, never."

"But you said…"

"I know what I said but I thought you mean someone other. I can't do the job. I would only make a fool out of myself in front of a class. I can't teach."

"You can."

"No, I can't."

"You can and you will. I told the Ministry that you would do the job and they accepted it. I can't go to them and say: 'No, it was only a joke.'" He looked at her hopefully.

"But I can't. I don't know what to tell them, I CAN'T TEACH!"

"You can, that's my last word. Do it for me, please." He looked at her with his eyes as wide as saucers and pleaded.

"No. I can't and I don't want to teach. I… don't look at me like that…"


"You are more than a child like a headmaster. I'll do the job, but only to prevent you to make a complete fool out of yourself."

"Mia, you're the best."

"Stop that, you little child." She answered before hugging him with a slight smile, hoping that the idea of helping him wouldn't turn into a disaster.

"Have you heard about it, Minerva? Is it really true?"

"What are you talking about, Poppy?"

"The Potter's. I have heard You-know-who has… has… murdered them and only their little son is still alive. That can't be true, can it?"

"I don't know, but let me go now."

"Where are you going?"

"Little Whinging, Privet Drive or something like that."

"And there?"

"There I talk with Albus. I must know whether the rumours are true. They say He is dead, He couldn't kill the little boy." She shook her head in disbelieve. "Excuse me." Then she vanished and made her way to Privet Drive to speak with her father and to see where little Harry Potter is going to live in the next years.

So, that was the last chapter of my story. If you want to know how this goes on, I recommend the books written by J.K.R., really. I hope, although this is the last chapter, you tell me nevertheless, what you think about it, you can also ask something. I promise I'll answer it on one way or the other.