AU where Minerva McGonagall has a little less faith in Albus Dumbledore so she does agree to leave Harry at the Dursleys.
But then proceeds to move right in next door with her wife because Albus never said that she couldn’t.
So Harry grows up with two grandmalike aunties next door, who basically finnagle him into living with them in all but name. It’s great, until he gets to Hogwarts because he keeps accidentally calling McGonagall Aunt Min instead of Professor.
The more I think about this the better it gets because suddenly a small biracial orphan appearing on the Dursley’s doorstep is less scandalous and gossip worthy in the
pasty ass white suburbia of Privet Drive, when it’s compared to the elderly lesbian interracial couple who moved in next door.Okay this has an amazing amount of potential for Harry, but I am very filled with curiosity about Minerva’s wife.
1) Who is she? and more importantly
2) How did this marriage come to pass?
I mean I am all for Minerva McGonagall having had a wife already at this juncture in her life, but consider
1) Utter BAMF who is acknowledged to be out of everyone’s league Minerva McGonagall walking into a Ministry break room full of lady Aurors and the like and saying, “I have a child that needs looking after and a neighborhood full of prats who need scandalizing and will marry the first woman to say yes” and there is a moment’s shock and then the verbal equivalent of half a dozen bridesmaids diving for the bouquet with one clear winner who was a split second faster on the uptake and they end up in love by the time Harry is old enough to toddle properly.
2) The house next door is being sold by the daughter of its occupant who just inherited it and wants nothing to do with Little Whinging except to inflict herself on all the narrow-minded bastards long enough to get a good price for it; when Minerva walks in the door there is a mental adjustment that leaves her swooning (or maybe that’s Minerva) and after tea, dinner, and certain other activities she invites Minerva to live with her instead of selling it.
3) Minerva specifically tracks down the schoolmate she knows to be best at making stupid people regret everything, and asks her to pretend to be her wife, share a house in Little Whinging with her, and help keep an eye on Harry Potter. Both of them solidly overestimated their ability to keep the relationship fake.
“You’ve gone off the pot, Minnie,” Neith said with a laugh.
She took one of the biscuits from the tin on Minerva’s desk.“Albus is the one who I think has cracked his pot,” Minerva
sighed. “I hate saying that, but…I don’t know. I don’t like this plan of his. Leaving
the boy with those…I’ve got nothing against muggles, but these sort are
horrendous even by muggle standards I’m certain!”Neith hummed, chewing delicately. The woman was all about
delicate looks: her skin was smooth and rich like fine silk dyed an earthy
Ochre brown. Her hair was glossy and black with one streak of white at her
forelock swooped over her forehead and behind her ear. Her nose large but proud
and beautiful, and her lips painted a deep red that stood out against her skin.
Even the wrinkles around her mouth and eyes seemed placed with care, showing
the beauty of her experience in life rather than age.Minerva McGonagall knew better though. She knew Neith
Elrashidy was one of the best aurors of her generation, and one would do better
to stay on her good side if they didn’t want to end up on the wrong side of her
wand.
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