Name: Minerva McGonagall
Nickname: All nicknames
Gender: Female
Birthdate: October 4th
Orientation: straight
House: Gryffindor
Occupation: Headmistress
Grade: Definitely not applicable
Age: Women don't tell their age
Species: Human
Ability: Animagus
Blood Status: Halfblood
Relationship: Single
Patronus: Cat
Wand: 9 and a half inches, fir and dragon heartstring
Pet: a lot of cats over the years




Love it?
+Children
+Family
+Cats
+Hogwarts
+Transfiguration
+Teaching

Hate it?
-He who must not be named.
-Losing old friends.
-Getting old
-Leaving an old flame behind
-Delores Umbridge
-Peeves most of the time

Strengths and Weaknesses?
+Family
+Friends
+Hogwarts
-Family
-Friends
-Children

Fears?!

• Having to leave Hogwarts
  
• That He who must not be named will return.
  
• Something happening to one of the children on her watch.

Full Personality:

I almost constantly exuded magnanimity and sternness, being held in great respect (and some fear) by nearly all students and staff. Used to having my way, I tolerated neither audacity nor silliness from my pupils and was known to turn cold towards people who said or did things in front of me that were stupid, or if I thought they were trying to be funny. I was a woman who rarely smiled or gave compliments freely. Despite my stern demeanor, I did exhibit a dry sense of humor which usually came out when times were tough. I wasn't afraid to speak my mind and showed quite a sharp tongue, especially during arguments.

True to Gryffindor, I valued bravery and courage highly, believing cowardice be a heavy flaw. I fought the Death Eaters and protected my students, proving my bravery. Despite my loyalty to my house, I was a fair-minded person who was known for docking points from students in my own House when I saw it must be done. Although I permitted of-age students to choose whether they wanted to stay or evacuate for the Battle of Hogwarts as a respect for their valor and rights, I gave the strict orders for anyone underage to evacuate, prioritizing their safety over their courage and refusing to let under-qualified children risk dying in battle despite their desires.

For the most part, though, I usually maintained great emotional composure, without being indifferent. Although I wasn't always particularly personable, I could be very warm and supportive during times of trouble or loss and cared a great deal about my students, both personally and academically. I was known to be extremely caring in times of tragedy, being known for my kindness in my own reserved manner. Though it rarely happened, I showed a temper that could reveal itself on occasions when I was angry or flustered. Apparently, I shared this temper with my father. Upon seeing Harry's alleged death, I screamed in such despair that Harry never heard before.

Celebrity Play-By: Maggie Smith
Eyes: Blue
Skin: White
Hair: Grey
Scars/Marking: None
Build: slender Slim



Mother: Isobel Ross
Father: Robert McGonagall
Siblings: Malcolm and Robert Junior
Spouse: Elphinstone Urquart (deceased)
Children: None
Other: nieces and nephews
History:

I was born a Scottish half-blood witch, the only daughter of Muggle Robert McGonagall and witch Isobel Ross. I have two younger brothers Malcolm and Robert Junior. I was named after my mother's grandmother Minerva. My mother gave up the use of her magic to marry my father. She never told him afraid it would ruin their relationship. Unfortunately as an infant I displayed small but noticeable signs of magic soon after birth. I had no control of the magic and inadvertently summoned toys that had been left on upper shelves to my bed. I made the family cat do my bidding and my father's bagpipes would play themselves which would make me laugh happily. So my mother often was alone with me for days at a time. She knew it was time to confess to Robert about her being a witch and telling him they were bound by the International Statute of Secrecy. They must conceal the truth about magical abilities for their safety.

My parents remained together despite the truth coming out, but their trust in one another was never the same much to my sadness. I later had two brothers, Malcolm and Robert Junior. In due course they revealed magical ability. As a child I helped my mother conceal from my father the accidents and embarrassments I sometimes caused. I was very close to my Muggle father who I resembled more than my mother in temperament.

On my eleventh birthday I received my admittance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Professor Armando Dippet was the headmaster then. I got to visit Diagon Alley, and purchase my first wand from Ollivander's Wand shop. I seleccted an unusual speciman, 9 and a half inches, fir, and dragon heartstring. My mother cried that day that I was free to be with our kind and exercise my talents, not only out of pride, but also envy.

The day finally arrived that I got to go to Platform 9 and 3/4 and board the Hogwart's Express. I was so excited! During my Sorting I proved to be a hatstall: the Sorting hat spent five and a half minutes wavering between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw before deciding to place me in Gryffindor. I was in school for two years with Pomona Sprout and we grew to be great friends.

I was quickly recognized as the most outstanding student of my year with a particular talent for Transfiguration. During my years at Hogwarts I had achieved an impressive record: top grades in O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.s, Prefect, Head Girl, and winner of the Transfiguration Today Most Promising Newcomer award. Under the guidance of my inspirational Transfiguration Professor Albus Dumbledore, I had managed to become an Animagus: my animal form, with it's distinctive markings of a tabby cat wearing square spectacles markings around my eyes were duly logged in the Ministry of Magic's Animagus Registry.

I also played for the Gryffindor Quidditch team in which I proved to be gifted. However I suffered a nasty fall in my final year: a foul during the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match which would decide the Quidditch Cup Winner. The event left me with a concussion, several broken ribs, and a lifelong desire to see Slytherin crushed on the Quidditch Pitch.

After graduating from Hogwarts I was offered a position at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic. I returned to my family to spend one last summer with them, before moving to London. During those months I was eighteen years old and I met Dougal McGregor, a local Muggle, who was handsome, clever, and funny son of a local farmer. We shared a sense of humor, argued fiercely, and suspected mysterious depths in one another. I fell head over heels in love with Dougal. It was probably the first and only time in my life that I might have been said to lose my head. Eventually, Dougal proposed to me in a plowed field and I accepted his offer.

That night, however, I was unable to tell my parents of my engagement. I thought about my future, and realized that wedding a Muggle who didn't know that I was a witch would mean I would follow in my mother's footsteps and live unhappily with my wand locked away. Shredding all of my ambitions. Earth the next morning, I went to tell Dougal that I had changed my mind and I could not marry him. Aware that if I broke the International Statute of Secrecy and told him why, I would lose the job at the Ministry for which I was giving him up. I could give him no good reason for the change of heart, leaving him devastated and left for London three days later. Those months were to be some of the most difficult times in my life.

Though my feelings for the Ministry of Magic were affected by the fact that I had recently suffered an emotional crisis, I didn't much enjoy my home in London and workplace. Where some of my co-workers had an ingrained anit-Muggle bias. Given my adoration of my Muggle father and continuing love for Dougal I deplored those ideas. Despite this I was among the most efficient, gifted employees in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and became fond of my much older boss, Elphinstone Urquart. After two years at the Ministry I was offered a prestigious promotion, yet found myself turning it down as I missed my home in Scotland.

Instead I sent an owl to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry asking whether I might be considered for a teaching post. The owl returned within hours, offering me a job in the Transfiguration department, under Head of Department, Albus Dumbledore. Through my efforts and work, I proved to be a strict yet inspirational teacher, maintaining control of my students with a stern hand that made me someone not to be crossed.

By this time I was shocked to learn from my oblivious mother when in the middle of a chatting letter of local news, that Dougal had married the daughter of another farmer. Albus discovered me in tears in my classroom late that evening, and I confessed the whole story to him. He offered both comfort and told me some of his own family history, previously unknown to me. The confidence exchanged that night between us were to form the basis of a lasting friendship.

I remained close friends with my former boss in the Ministry, Elphinstone. During one visit in the 1980's he proposed marriage to me at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. Surprised, embarrassed, and still in love with Dougal, I declined. However we still remained in contact for years.

Later on in my career, I rose to the position of Head of the Transfiguration department. My lessons consisted of but were not limited to match to needle, animal to water goblet, beetle to button, and mouse to snuffbox transformations, as well as Switching Spells, Vanishing, and Conjuring. Furthermore I was appointed the position of Head of Gryffindor House, the house in which I used to reside while studying at Hogwarts. After Dumbledore became headmaster he would later on in his career trust me enough to allow me to become Deputy Headmistress of the school, and fill in for him on the occasions of his absence.

After the first rise of the Dark Wizard He who Must Not Be Named, I took part in fighting back against He Who Must Not Be Named and his Death Eaters. Though I still taught at Hogwarts during the First Wizarding War. Previously I was suspicious of Riddle in spite of the fact that I wasn't his teacher, and thus shared my fears with Dumbledore in private. Even so I chose to not join the Order of the Phoenix, which was seen as a renegade outfit by the Ministry at the time. Instead, unbeknownst to my students, I spent many nights spying for them in the guise of a tabby cat, bringing the Aurors crucial information on the activities of Voldemort's followers.

During my involvement in the Ministry's efforts to contain the threat of the Dark Lord's rise to power, I got through the war unscathed. However, I suffered personal bereavements: the loss of my brother Robert; of two of my favorite students, Lily Evans and James Potter; and of Dougal McGregor, who was murdered in a random anti-Muggle attack by the death eaters, along with his wife and children. The last news was a terrible blow to me who wondered if I would have been able to save him if I had married him.

Concurrently, as the war raged outside the castle walls, the school was plagued by a series of curses inadvertently unleased by one of the students, Jacob, who began to meddle with the five fabled Cursed Vaults. Like the rest of the faculty, I did everything I could to protect the students, although they were ultimately unable to prevent the injury of several students, and the death of a Slytherin student named Duncan Ashe; this all led to Jacob's expulsion.

In 1981, baby Harry Potter "defeated" Lord Voldemort in his family home at Godric's Hollow after his parents James and Lily Potter (both members of the Order of the Phoenix were murdered whilst protecting their son from harm. The fall of Voldemort ultimately ended the war and his followers were arrested, and those that escaped went into hiding.

I traveled to Surrey and spent an entire day observing the Dursley family seeing whether or not they met the standards of looking after Harry as they were his only living relatives with his parents now dead. What I saw horrified me; the Dursleys couldn't have been any less like Lily and James if they had tried. I was thus present, along with Rubeus Hagrid, when Dumbledore placed Harry on the Dursley's doorstep despite my objections to leaving him with these Muggles, whom I considered to be the "worst kind" of them. I kept a close eye on Harry from time to time during his early childhood, as did the members of the Order of the Phoenix.

After the First Wizarding War had ended, I continued on with my career at Hogwarts, carrying on teaching the art of Transfiguration. Elphinstone, who had never ceased to love me, proposed every now and then till I finally accepted after Dougal's death. Our engagement happened during a summertime stroll around the lake in the Hogwart's grounds. The retired Elphinstone bought a small cottage for the two of us in Hogsmeade, so I could travel easily to work every day. Although we had no children, my nieces and nephews visited often. This was a period of great fulfillment for me.

In 1985, three years into our marriage, Elphintone died from a Venomous Tentacula bite. I couldn't bear to remain alone in our cottage, so I packed my things after his funeral, and returned to my first floor study in Hogwarts Castle. Always a brave and private person I poured all of my energies into work, and few people, excepting Albus, ever realized how much I suffered.

In 1991, a friend of Albus Dumbledore, Nicolas Flamel, had the Sorcerer's Stone that was keeping him alive moved from his safe in Gringotts to Hogwarts for safe keeping. I contributed to the defenses set up around the magical artefact by transfiguring an enormous chess set and animating it to behave as a normal Wizard's chess set would. As part of it's protection duty, it required that the person or persons seeking to get past would have to take the place of a piece on the board and play an actual game of wizard's chess, at great physical risk to themselves. The larger than life version of Wizard's Chess was known to be brutally violet, and sacrificial for wizards to have to take part in themselves.

Also in this year, Harry Potter, whom I had been watching over for many years, would start his first year of education at Hogwarts, not knowing this, as he did not know that he was a wizard. Once Harry eventually arrived at Hogwarts, after the delivery of many acceptance letters, Harry was sorted into the House of Gryffindor which I was head of. Harry was therefore again placed under the watchful eye and care of me.

Though I often maintained my strict persona in regards to the boy, I wasn't above bending the rules for him on occasion, such as when I caught him flying on a broomstick without proper supervision. Instead of expelling him, which was Madam Hooch's stated punishment for anyone caught doing so, I instead took him to see Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, to comment on his prodigious skill with the broom Harry made the team, remarkable for a first year, and became the youngest Seeker in a century. I made arrangements for Harry to have a Nimbus 2000, the fastest broomstick at the time, for use during games and practices. However several incidents marred the year.

At Halloween, the festive feast was interrupted by the arrival of Professor Quirrell, who came charging in screaming about a troll loose in the dungeons, before fainting dead away. After restoring calm, Dumbledore ordered all students to return to their dormitories while he and the teachers made their way to the dungeons. The troll was not there upon their entry, but a terrible racket from an upper floor provided a clue. Upon reaching the site, I was shocked to discover a wrecked bathroom, an unconscious troll, and three bedraggled first years, one of whom was my best student Hermione Granger.

To my further shock, Hermione claimed that she had gone looking for the troll thinking she could handle it, but would most assuredly have been killed had Harry and Ron not found her. Torn between anger and pride, I took five points from Hermione, but awarded five each to Harry and Ron for as I put it, "Sheer dumb luck." Over the Christmas period, I attended the Christmas feast, and received a kiss on the cheek from a very drunk Hagrid; rather than admonish him, I instead giggled while blushing red in the face.

However, my serious side appeared one night when I caught Draco Malfoy roaming the school at night. Dragging him by the ear, I sentenced him to detention, and deducted twenty points from Slytherin when he claimed that Harry was also out of bed with an illegal baby dragon. Though the dragon in question was successfully released, Harry, Hermione, and Neville were all caught and brought before me by Filch. Mad and disappointed with them, I told them all off before punishing them severely; a loss of fifty points each, 150 in total, and detention with Malfoy. This caused Gryffindor to drop to last in the House cup.

Toward the end of the year, I and the other teachers' protective enchantments down in the Sorcerer's Stone Chambers would come to test when Quirrell attempted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. Alas testing and facing the enchantments were Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. The trio was successful in stopping the stone being stolen and at the end of the school year, Gryffindor had won the house cup after receiving the most house points that year after getting bonus points for the trio's and Neville Longbottom's bravery. Thus, for the first time in years, my house was the current house cup Champions. My reaction wasn't documented, but it's assumed that I was pleased with their efforts as Professor Snape shook my hand with a very forced look of congratulations.

In the beginning of the 1992 school term, I had to deal with Harry and Ron, who crashed Mr Weasley's Flying Ford Anglia into the Whomping Willow, due to the barrier to Platform Nine and Three Quarters being sealed by Dobby so the two couldn't board the train. This nearly exposed the wizarding world to Muggles, but I was fairer than Snape, the one who brought the matter up in the first place. I ultimately let them off with a mere detention, and letters to their families. Also I didn't take any house points a Harry pointed out that term had not started yet when they took the car, which I confirmed, and almost smiled at his remark.

Later, I was present for the re-opening of the Chamber of Secrets. I, along with the rest of the teaching staff, scoured the castle for the Chamber, but to no avail. Minerva was worried over the messages left on the walls, and was at a loss about what should be done. I also had to deal with the less than helpful Gilderoy Lockhart, who had been hired for the position of Defense Against the Dark Art's Professor. I had little liking or use for the man, and by the end of the year was only one of the many staff members who utterly despised him. For example when he decorated the Great Hall in nauseating lurid pink hearts for Valentine's day, I was observed to have a muscle twitching noticeably in my face. Throughout the year, two of my students, Hermione Granger and Colin Creevey were petrified along with the house ghost Nearly Headless Nick.

In the final weeks of that school year, I served as temporary Headmistress of Hogwarts after the Board of Governors, under Lucius Malfoy's influence, suspended Dumbledore for failing to stop the attacks against the students. I was also quite shaken and softened up, as when Harry and Ron tried to sneak off to investigate the matter but were caught b myself. I let them off under the belief that they were trying to visit a petrified Hermione, though I normally would punish them with detention.

When Ginny Weasley was later taken into the Chamber of Secrets, where "her skeleton will like in the chamber forever", I despairingly believed that we were facing the end of Hogwarts. My temperament was not improved by the arrival of the hated Gilderoy Lockhart, who was completely oblivious to the worry of hi fellow staff members, and immediately joined Professors Snape, Flitwick, and Sprout in forcing him into a corner by recalling all of his boasts that he could deal with the monster easily. With him dealt with, as we couldn't care less if he succeeded or failed, the staff turned their attention to the thing they never thought would happen; the permanent closure of Hogwarts.

Thankfully, this terrible realty never came to pass. While I received Ginny's distraught parents in my office, along with a returned Albus Dumbledore, I was astonished to see Ginny herself walk in, accompanied by a slime-covered Harry, Ron, and Lockhart, the ragged old Sorting Hat, Dumbledore's pet phoenix and the silver Sword of Godric Gryffindor. Harry then explained that he and Ron had gone into the Chamber to find Ginny, having realized the mystery, and had slain the monster within. Dumbledore then declared the crisis over, and sent me down to the kitchens to organize a celebratory feast, which I subsequently attended with great joy as the monster was dead and Lockhart banished.

The summer of 1993 also saw the escape of Sirius Black from Azkaban. When the school year began in September I had to deal with the effects that the Dementors had on my students, such as Harry Potter. I also authorized Hermione Granger to use a Time-Turner in order to take extra classes. A decision that would prove more useful in future events that year. This year at Hogwarts could prove to be another difficult year with Dementors guarding the castle, though they were forbidden from entering the grounds property by Dumbledore. I heartily approved of this, as I despised the foul creatures.

At the start of the year, when I demonstrated my Animagus form to my first class, I noted how quiet they were. As every class she demonstrated it prior to clapping. When Hermione explained about their first Divination class, I understood and asked her class which of them would be dying this year. Harry Potter raised his hand. McGonagall assured him that Sybil Trelawney’s predictions were a way of greeting her class and that no deaths of any students have occurred yet. To further put him at ease, she demonstrated one of her rare glimmerings of humor by stating that she still expected him to do his homework, but if he did die then she would excuse him not handing it in.
Throughout the year I assisted in guarding the school. Yet Sirius Black was still able to infiltrate the castle. After Black had attacked the Fat Lady I tried to tell Harry that Black was after him, but was cut off by Harry, who told me that Mr Weasley had told him before he could explain. Later in the year I was summoned to Gryffindor Tower when Ron Weasley claimed to have been attacked by Black. I initially dismissed him as Black could not have possibly got in without the password. I was unaware that Hermione’s cat Crookshanks had befriended Sirius and gave him a discarded list of passwords. I was rendered speechless when the new guardian, Sir Cadogan, confirmed that he had indeed let him in because he had the passwords written down.

When Neville Longbottom admitted to having written the passwords down, I banned him from future Hogsmeade visits for the rest of the year, gave him detention, forbade anyone to give him the password into Gryffindor Tower and wrote to his grandmother. As a result, Neville received a Howler from her during breakfast.

When Harry received a Firebolt following the destruction of his Nimbus 2000, I had it confiscated to be “examined” because she believed it to have been sent by Black, and therefore lethally cursed. This incident caused Harry and Hermione to have a row, because Hermione had alerted me about the Firebolt. It was returned to him later after having been declared safe. During the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, and Marcus Flint poed as Dementors to sabotage Harry’ performance, only to get struck down when Harry reflexively cast a Patronus Charm at them. Utterly furious as this downright trickery, I deducted fifty points from Slytherin and put the quartet in detention.

In the spring of 1994, though disgusted by the Slytherin Quidditch team’s dirty tactics during the final match after witnessing Draco grab onto the end of Harry’s firebolt to stop him from catching the Golden Snitch (which infuriated me to the point where I stopped telling Lee Jordan off and actually joined him in firing furious comments at Malfoy), I witnessed the Gryffindor Quidditch team win the Quidditch Cup for the first time since Charlie Weasley had played for the team during his Hogwarts education. I was delighted by Gryffindor’s victory, openly sobbing. Even louder than the already sobbing Oliver Wood, into a Gryffindor flag, but was upset to see Oliver leaving.

In the Autumn of 1994 Hogwarts hosted the magical Schools, The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and the Durmstrang Institute for the Triwizard Tournament. Harry Potter was selected as a Triwizard champion despite being under age, and I was worried for his safety after having looked after him for so many years. I pleaded with Dumbledore and Crouch to withdraw Harry from the tournament, as the tournament was highly dangerous. But withdrawing would go against the rules of the tournament and Potter had to continue on as there was a binding magical contract in place.

During the year I more than once exhorted my students to provide a good appearance to their guests at the castle. I attended the Yule Ball with Albus Dumbledore and notably wore my hair down for the first time since Harry started his education at Hogwarts. While at the Ball, I danced with both Ludovic Bagman and Dumbledore, among others.

I loaned my classroom to Harry, Ron, and Hermione so they could practice spells for Harry’s preparation for the Third Task. I did this after having walked in on them practicing so many times around the school. At the end of the tournament I accompanied Dumbledore and Severus Snape in the rescue of Harry Potter from the Death Eater that had spent the entire school year impersonating Auror Alastor Moody, that year's DADA professor.

I was instructed to guard Crouch Junior after he revealed his part in the rebirth of Voldemort, but was unable to prevent the Dementor brought by Minister Cornelius Fudge from giving the Death Eater the Dementor’s Kiss. I was intensely furious at Fudge for this blunder, and severely shaken from having witnessed the unspeakably horrible act. Thus when the minister refused to believe Dumbledore and Harry Potter about the return of Voldemort, I nonetheless stood in support of my superior and my student.

Once the second Wizarding War had begun I joined the Order of the Phoenix and spent much of the summer of 1995 doing work for the Order. I would come and go from 12 Grimmauld Place wearing a Muggle dress rather than my robes. Which Harry thought made me look odd. Though these duties took up much of my time I would face even greater challenges at Hogwarts.

Because Dumbledore was unable to find a new professor for Defense Against the Dark Art, the Ministry appointed Delores Umbridge, a senior Ministry official and stout supporter of Fudge to the Hogwarts staff. I saw this appointment as an affront to the school itself and did little to hide my disgust.

When Harry Potter crossed Umbridge, earning a detention in his first class with her, I was sympathetic, but warned him that Umbridge was not to be trifled with and that he should keep his head down. I did all I could to circumvent Umbridge’s authority without risking my own security as Deputy Headmistress. Indeed I treated Umbridge with as little credence and respect as possible while Hogwarts was under investigation by the Ministry of Magic and even gave Peeves tips on how to unscrew a chandelier when he was trying to cause havoc for Umbridge. I also managed to put aside my dislike of Professor Trelawney for a time in the face of Umbridge’s persecution of Hogwarts inhabitants. I brought Trelawney back to Hogwarts after Umbridge dismissed her.

After Umbridge’s appointment as High Inquisitor, I was forced to endure the other woman’s presence during her evaluation of my teaching. I kept my temper under control, maintaining an icy exterior and yet still unleashed a dry and pointed wit on Umbridge. The encounter did serve to cheer students like Ron Weasley, who heartily disliked Umbridge. Ron even expressed delight at the prospect of seeing my classes inspected, remarking that “Umbridge won’t know what’s hit her.” Still darker times lay ahead.

Despite my best efforts to thwart the Ministry’s influence at Hogwarts, things continued to grow worse. After Harry’s resistance group was discovered by Umbridge, I was present in Dumbledore’s office when Harry was brought in. Umbridge revealed that anti-Muggle prankster Willy Widdershins had provided her with testimony that Harry was forming this rebel group. I loudly voiced that she had wondered why he had managed to avoid persecution for all his regurgitating toilet charges, joined in her vocal outrage by the portrait of Headmaster Dexter Fortescue.
Dumbledore managed to save Harry by taking credit for the student organization which led to Fudge announcing his intention to arrest him, and actually attempted to have him taken by force. Sneering at the idea of Dumbledore taking on him and the others single-handed I, loyal to my mentor and friend, loudly declared that he wouldn’t be single-handed and actually made to draw my wand, fully prepared to duel the Minister for Magic himself. I only stood down on Dumbledore’s direct orders as Hogwarts would need me.

After Dumbledore escaped arrest, Umbridge was appointed Headmistress over me, but had virtually no support. When Umbridge invaded the career advising of the 5th year students, I finally lost my temper. During Harry Potter’s season when Umbridge kept interrupting the conversation and declaring that Harry would never be an Auror at the Ministry. I declared to Harry that I would help him in any way necessary to achieve his goal even if it was the last thing I ever did. The atmosphere at Hogwarts continued to devolve under Umbridge’s leadership.

During the O.W.L examinations, events came to a head. When Delores Umbridge and several Aurors attempted to evict Hagrid from the grounds of Hogwarts. I sought to intervene on behalf of my colleague. Charging out of the castle I shouted at the Aurors to leave Hagrid alone. However, before I could even draw my wand, I was promptly hit with four stunning spells in the chest, which required that I be moved from Hogwarts Hospital Wing to St Mungo’s for treatment.

Hagrid was so enraged and disgusted by this attack that he attacked two of my attackers before fleeing, furiously denouncing them as cowards, while Madam Pomfrey said that it would be very difficult for Minerva to be hit in broad daylight. I would have resigned in protest because of this cowardly attack if the students' well being was not placed as my priority. Many students were also outraged with this attack, to the point of ignoring their Astronomy exam and even the proctor Professor Tofty expressed aloud his fury.

I didn’t return to Hogwarts until after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. After being released from the hospital I required the aid of a walking stick for several days. Upon my return to the school, I promptly gave the six students involved in the battle at the Ministry 50 house points each for “alerting the world to the return of You-Know-Who” in response to Snape needling Harry about Gryffindor having 0 house points. I also watched with some happiness when Peeves chased Umbridge from the school, commenting that I should have joined Peeves in chasing Delores away in the school grounds, but Peeve had appropriated my walking stick.

Having resumed my duties within the Order of the Phoenix as well as my other responsibilities at school when the new year began after summer early in the term, I was responsible for the distribution of schedules among the sixth year N.E.W.T. students.

I was present after Katie Bell was cursed by the Opal Necklace. After Harry ran off to find someone to aid Katie, he bumped into Hagrid and led him back to the group. After learning the nature of the event Hagrid carried Katie to the castle, accompanied by Harry, Hermione, Ron and Leanne. While in the castle I appeared and asked Harry what he was holding in his hand. It was the necklace wrapped in his scarf.

I then proceeded to hand over the necklace to Professor Snape, through the caretaker Argus Filch, and questioned the trio and Leanne on what they witnessed. Harry told me his theory that it was Draco Malfoy who gave Katie the necklace, but she scored the theory and dismissed them. Snape was able to stop the curse from spreading any further, but Katie was taken to St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and injuries, where she spent much of that year recovering from the effects of the curse.

.On June 30, 1997 I and the other professors were informed by Professor Dumbledore that he would be leaving the school for a few hours, and instructed them to patrol the corridors as a safety precaution, and that they would be joined by Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, and Bill Weasley. Mindful of the stringent security measures that had been put in place in light of the Return of Lord Voldemort. It seemed impossible that any intruder could bypass the protective enchantments surrounding the school, and indeed even as I began with my sentry duty, nothing seemed amiss until the sudden arrival of Ron, Ginny and Neville near midnight. They explained that they had just come from the seventh-floor corridor, where a number of unknown individuals had just emerged from the Room of Requirement, hidden under the cover of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder.

Within minutes of this happening, I, Filius Flitwick, and the two trios of students and Order members discovered that the group of no less than six Death Eaters heading in the direction of the Astronomy Tower and, having immediately chase and thereby forced them to scatter, they were all quickly engaged in a fierce skirmish to try and stop the trespassers. Although they were greater in numbers, the Death eaters fought relentlessly. Cursed to kill, and seemingly prepared to duel to the death, and before long they had gained the upper and. With Neville and Bill both having been brutally incapacitated in the struggle. Seeing the need for more wands on their side, I sent Flitwick to get Severus Snape so he could help fend off the intruders. At the time of Dumbledore’s murder, I and the rest of the Hogwartsians was stuck on the level below them, having been prevented from passing on the stairs to reach them by a cursed barrier cast by the Death Eaters. When he arrived, Snape, by contrast, could (as he had the Dark Mark), and pushed past me.

Having merely assumed that my colleague was simply in a hurry to pursue their adversaries, no one tried to stop him as he did so, and once when one of them caused a section of the room to collapse and took the barrier with him, I and those who were still standing rushed forward to pursue them as well, only for the dust to clear and Snape emerge with Draco Malfoy in tow. Assuming they were running from the Death Eaters, I let them pass before reengaging the Death Eaters that came down after them. Whereupon I dueled and personally chased off Alecto Carrow, whom I sent running for cover. Once the intruders escaped the scene of the crime however I was devastated to find our esteemed headmaster, the man whom I had known nearly my entire life as a teacher, mentor, and friend lying dead outside on the lawn beneath the Astronomy Tower, and asked Hagrid to move the body.
Having notified Arthur and Molly Weasley about what had happened and that their oldest son had been gravely injured at the hands of Fenrir Greyback, I regrouped with the rest of the other combatants at the Hospital Wing, where they discussed what had transpired and Harry Potter elaborated on the plot to assassinate Albus Dumbledore. Upon learning from Hagrid that Horace Slughorn had notified the Ministry of Magic, I promptly and prudently assumed the role of acting Headmistress of Hogwarts by having the heads of houses meet with me in what had now become my new office in the Headteachers tower to discuss the future of Hogwarts.
Before they arrived, I also tried to comfort Harry about the death of Dumbledore, as well as to persuade Harry to confide in me the truth about what he and the late headmaster has been up to prior to their sudden trip from the school, only for Harry to refuse me, as Dumbledore had shared the facts of the matter in the strictest confidence. Eventually joined by Pomona Sprout, Filius Flitwick and Horace Slughorn, the five individuals proceeded to talk about the possible closure of Hogwarts and the necessary arrangements for Dumbledore’s funeral.
When Professor Slughorn announced the imminent arrival of a delegation from the Ministry of Magic, led by the Minister for Magic Rufus Scrimgeour, she gave Harry leave to vacate the office so that she could prepare to receive the new arrivals and inform them about what had happened.

As the war continued I remained at Hogwarts, even when it was taken over by Voldemort. This was most likely to try and make sure as little harm came to the students as possible, and because I could act as an insider so that the Order of the Phoenix was informed on what was going on at Hogwarts. Even when Severus was appointed Headmaster, Alecto and Amycus Carrow were given free rein in the school. I did as much as I could to protect the students. The rebel alliance Dumbledore’s Army founded by the students reformed and I helped to keep their meetings a secret.

On May 1st, 1998 I was present when Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley returned to Hogwarts in the middle of the night in search of Rowena Ravenclaw’s diadem. That night I found Amycus at the door to Ravenclaw Tower, furiously assaulting it, and demanding to be let in. Dryly pointed out that perhaps his sister, whom Professor Flitwick had admitted earlier at their urgent request, could open the door and prevent him from waking half the castle. I then intervened on his behalf after he told me that Alecto wasn’t responding.

When the door opened we found Alecto unconscious on the floor, which I surmised as the work of a stunning spell. Amycus then revealed that they had been warned that Harry might try to get into Ravenclaw Tower, to which I responded with confusion as Harry was in my house, speaking of this with pride in her voice, before scanning the room. Amycus then horrified me by stating his plan to push the blame for Alecto summoning Voldemort on the children in the dormitories, without remorse or concern that they would likely be killed or horribly tortured.
I refused to allow Amycus to place blame on the children, prompting the Death Eater to spit in my face, only to be flung across the room with the Cruciatus Curse when Harry, who had witnessed the whole thing from under his invisibility cloak, revealed himself in sheer anger. With both Carrow siblings now incapacitated, I used the Imperius curse to gain their wands, before I magically restrained and confined them to the Ravenclaw Common Room.
Realizing that a battle was upon them, I engaged Severus Snape, the Headmaster at the time, in a fierce duel. Whilst Snape did put up a good defense. McGonagall gained the upper hand in the duel quickly, and when Filius Flitwick and Pomona Sprout arrived, Snape fled, now severely outnumbered. I, believing his escape was motivated by fear, called him a coward as he fled the school.

Harry informed me of a quest that Dumbledore had left him. In respect for Dumbledore’s wishes, I offered to hold Voldemort and his army back for while Harry fulfilled this request. I then proceeded to lead the defense of the school against the Dark Eaters with Kingsley Shacklebolt. Personally, I animated virtually all of the castle’s suits of armor and statues to help me defend the school. Shortly before the battle, I ordered Neville Longbottom with the aid of Seamus Finnigan and other students to destroy the Wooden Bridge so that the Snatchers could not sneak into school grounds. To ensure the advantage of chaos on our side, I also ordered Argus to find Peeves and bring him to her, which he did in response to her agitation.

After ordering the evacuation of younger students through the Hog’s Head, I began to help fortify the castle against the attack, with the assistance of my fellow teachers, order members, and even the older students who had stayed behind to fight. When Pansy Parkinson suggested they take the deal offered to them b Voldemort that of their lives in exchange for Harry Potter, I ordered the cowardly girl and all those not willing to fight to leave.
I fought skillfully in the first part of the battle, during which I could have sworn saw one of the statue that usually flanks the School’s main gates dive bombing a cluster of Death Eaters. I also led a herd of enchanted desks into the fray at one point. While leading the desks into battle I yelled “CHARGE!”

I stood defiant in the lull of the battle and among many students in a crowd when Voldemort himself walked into the Hogwarts grounds. It was when I saw Harry Potter's body being carried by Hagrid that I began to despair letting out a scream terrible to anyone who heard it, equal to that of Ron, Hermione, and Ginny’s together. Nonetheless, I continued to fight when the battle resumed after the attack by the Centaurs on Voldemort and the Death Eaters. In the final moments of the battle, I dueled Voldemort himself to a stalemate along with Horace Slughorn, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. They were blasted aside by his fury when Bellatrix Lestrange was killed in a duel with Molly Weasley.

I and other onlookers watched as Harry Potter defeated Voldemort for the final time. I and many others witnessed Voldemort’s killing curse connect with Harry’s disarming charm. Voldemort’s cure was rebounded, signaling his final defeat at Harry’s hands. I along with everyone else in the Great Hall hugged Harry in an uncharacteristic display of great emotion. I was one of the first to reach Harry. I reached him after Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. This event signaled the end of the Second Wizarding War.

In the aftermath of the battle, I brought the winged bore statue’s part to the battle to the attention of Professor Flitwick. Flitwick thought it an unlikely story, as no one was known to have enchanted them. This subsequently led to a long-standing disagreement between the two of us who could not agree as to whether or not the Winged boar statues had in fact participated in the Battle of Hogwarts.

Having been duly awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, by Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt for my unwavering allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix during the historic conflict, I was eventually immortalized on a Chocolate Frog Card. Something I later admitted I had never imagined receiving, and four months later, by which time the damages done to the castle during the battle had been repaired, and the protective enchantments around the castle and grounds restored, I had been officially appointed to the position of Headmistress by the Hogwarts Board of Governors.

Upon assuming my new post full-time, I was advised not to confuse the Headmaster portraits for the actual people they depicted, as they were only pain and memory, and supposed to be nothing more than a support mechanism for the many difficult decisions that I would have to make while running the prestigious institution.

Ultimately the faculty was ready to accept a new batch of first-year students for the 1998-1999 school year on September 1st. During this term the school also guided those who would have otherwise completed their studies had it not been for the Magic is Might Campaign of Lord Voldemort and his followers, such as Muggleborns like Hermione Granger, in finishing their N.E.W.T.s. Around this time, following a private conversation with Harry Potter, I, in view of the revelation of his true intentions and motives, made the somewhat controversial decision to add Professor Snape’s portrait to the gallery in my office in commemoration of his true allegiance and the role he had played in the Second Wizarding War.

In the time that followed, I oversaw a very trying time for the rest of the denizens of Hogwarts Castle, as the final battle had left marks both seen and unseen upon the school. The castle for instance, though rebuilt still bore scars decades later, and for years after the Dark Lord’s last stand, nearly all of their students were able to see the Thestrals that pulled the Hogwarts carriages, serving as a constant painful reminder of the cost of said event. On the Anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts I would host memorials at the school. At least one of which involved those in attendance being treated to several expert demonstrations of the Shield Charm.

Having lost members of the staff during the battle I was also involved with the hiring of new members of the school faculty. In addition to finding a suitable candidate to replace me as the school’s Transfigurations professor. As well as a new, permanent occupant for the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts Instructor. I was also behind the eventual employment of my former student Neville Longbottom to the Herbology department, under the head of department Pomona Sprout, whom I eventually appointed as my successor as the Head of Gryffindor House. I also had to find a new Ravenclaw Head of House, and deputy headmaster when Professor Flitwick retired. I hired a very promising student of her time at Hogwarts, Alvina Borealis to be the new Head of Ravenclaw and appointed her to Deputy Headmistress a short time later. She had been the best candidate for the position, and some of the staff didn’t like it, but it wasn’t their decision now was it.

Having evidently decided to be somewhat more directly involved with the student body than Professor Dumbledore had been in his day, rather than delegating the task to another staff member, I was also known to have continued to personally attend to some of the duties I had carried out on Dumbledore’s behalf throughout my time as Deputy Headmistress, including sending letters of acceptance to children that had been selected by the Book of Admittance that were approaching their eleventh birthdays, collecting the new First Years, and escorting them to the Great Hall, and presiding over the Sorting Ceremony.

I ultimately earned recognition as a very successful and inspirational headmistress of the school, and when I took up permanent residence in Dumbledore’s old quarters, my new study became the home to among other things, a self-playing harp whose tones could often be heard around midday between classes. I also became part of the long line of headmasters and headmistresses that made use of the Hogwarts Pensieve, and who sought to contribute to the success of my eventual successors in office by adding to the invaluable library of reference at my disposal by leaving behind some of my own life experience in the form of memories.

It’s been twenty-four years since the Battle of Hogwarts. We have lived in peace and content for a while now. We thought we had seen the last of the Death Eaters. The last few are still residing at Azkaban. Little did we know what was hiding in the shadows.

RP Sample:

Albus had made his way to potions. A class that he really didn’t want to be in, but his parents had made him take it. Knowing his luck he would just blow the classroom up. He’d already gone through half a dozen cauldrons over the years. Just as he thought he was getting it right he’d do something stupid. Well this year was going to be different he thought, and he’d show his family that he could do something right. This year had to be different. It couldn’t be as bad as the first four years. Yet he wasn’t going to get his hopes up at all. He was going to take one day at a time.

He stayed in the shadows as he made his way into the potion’s classroom. No one talked to him and he was glad of that. Usually if someone did talk to him it was to put him down or goad him about his famous father. He let out a sigh of relief sitting toward the back and more to the shadows. Maybe the professor wouldn’t notice him over here either. He sat there looking down at the desk bored waiting for the class to start. He groaned inwardly as the boys in front of him were starting to dart glances back at him. He knew they were going to start in and they did, but he just tried to ignore them.

He didn’t even look over when the door opened and someone came in. He didn’t care who it was. He was more than startled though when the boy came over to sit by him. He knew who it was. It was Scorpius Malfoy. HIs father’s arch rival from Hogwarts. He was the seeker on their house Quidditch team. In five years he’d never even said a word to him that he could remember. He gaped a bit as Scorpius held out his hand. He swallowed hard wondering if he should shake his hand or not. Of course Scorpius had never given him a hard time like their fellow Slytherins. He was bringing up his hand to shake when he heard the boys in front of them snicker.

“You're making friends with Potter the squib? Are you crazy?” One of the boys asked, smirking at Scorpius. The professor was walking in, but they ignored him. “He can’t even ride a broom. Only reason he’s still at Hogwarts is because he's Harry Potter’s son.” The other one let out a laugh. “Ohhh is Potter going to cry?” He made a face at Albus mocking him and he and his friend were laughing some more.

Albus looked down at the table, dropping his hand as he heard the boys. He shot a glare at the boys. He definitely wasn’t going to cry. He hadn’t cried since he was eleven no matter what the other kids handed out to him. He was just trying to ignore them, but the moment had passed to shake hands with Scorpius and tell him his name.[

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