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Comrade Clara

CHAPTER FIVE THE CHRISTMAS PARTY After what seemed like a decade, the first term was finally over, and it was time for Christmas break. A lot of students headed home to visit their families, and Minerva was looking forward to two weeks of a quiet Hogwarts.  She was going to stay over Christmas this year, as she had been doing for the last fifteen years. After all, Hogwarts was her home, and she didn’t have any family left. And of course, someone ought to look after the children who would be staying over the holiday. Minerva saw it as her duty. She was also looking very much forward to the Christmas party Dumbledore was organising for all the teachers, as he did every year. This year, he apparently had found a new hobby in creating his own music, so Minerva had no doubt it would be the highlight of the year. She woke up in the morning, seven o’clock as always, and started off the day by drinking a cup of her favourite Cypripedium Tibeticum tea. Then she put on her robe and he
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Abyssus Abyssum Invocat

CHAPTER FOUR AFTER THE FIRST QUIDDITCH GAME The first Quidditch game was over.  Minerva was always nervous before every Quidditch game. Even though she didn’t want to admit it, she was very competitive because she wanted her house, Gryffindor, to win.  Now, after the game was over, she took a cup of her favourite tea,  made from the leaves of the Cypripedium tibeticum flower, and settled herself in a chair in the corner of her room.  Every year, after a Quidditch game is over, she goes over every event from the game in the smallest detail. “The good thing is that the game is thankfully over and the Gryffindor won” she said loudly to herself. She put the tea on the small table right in front of the chair she was sitting in and with her left hand she took a small notebook from a hidden pocket in her emerald-green robe. Minerva opened the notebook, put her glasses on and started to go over each note she wrote down during the game. “ That Jordan boy must watch his tongue, ot
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Gingerbread

CHAPTER THREE CLASSROOM MOMENTS If there was one thing Minerva utterly disliked, besides Hagrid’s Rock Cakes, it was malicious comments from unkind children. To Minerva McGonagall, rules are there for a reason and should be followed; however, it was tremendously difficult sometimes not imagining herself whopping A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration on the head of Draco Malfoy. Maybe it would slap some manners into the boy. She had been walking behind Mr Malfoy earlier that day, and callous comments were made about Harry Potter. “Watch you tongue Mr Malfoy, or five points will be taken off Slytherin. There will be no speaking badly of other students.” she had told him sternly. Luckily, Minerva had great respect with her and Draco at least had the decency to look ashamed. She knew it was not his fault for behaving the way he did. The Malfoy family had always been known for putting pressure on their children and acting all high and mighty. Minerva was sitting at her des
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Hairy Patrik

CHAPTER TWO THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL Minerva was on her way to meet the first year students. She was walking down the hall with certain steps. Her high heels were echoing down the hall as she walked down to the stairwell. If she got a sickle for everytime Argus Filch had made a comment about her shoes making noises in the corridors she would have been a rich witch. Minerva, who had a habit of get lost in her own thoughts, started to think about the night the left Harry Potter at the doorstep of Private Drive. That night, eleven years ago. How she were so hesitant to leave Harry at the Dursleys. Those horrible muggles. Dursleys. That name still made her shiver of disgust. She could not even imagine what terrible conditions Harry had been forced to live under during his time at the Dursleys. The only thing Minerva had heard during these years were only rumours but she could imagine them all be true. That Harry had forced to live under the the stairwell in a hovel, wearing only rags
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Bourgeoisie

CHAPTER ONE BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS After ten calm years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry , Minerva McGonagall and the rest of the professors were preparing for another school year. Some rather mysterious things had happened in the last couple of weeks and a nervous tension drifted through the air. Professor McGonagall sat at her desk, reminiscing back to when Dumbledore, Hagrid and she delivered Harry Potter on the doorstep of those terrible muggles. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, he was a miracle, she thought, but what else would he be? Would he be like his father or more like his mother, poor James and Lily. By this point she had almost built up a tear while absorbed by her thoughts, however, she was not sad, she was… curious. This year, in only a few days, Harry would finally start his first year at Hogwarts, hopefully residing in Gryffindor. After all, she was the Head of Gryffindor House. Deep in her thoughts, two loud knocks disrupted the silence Minerva h
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