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Its 2am and Mcgonagall knows she should be asleep, but she just has this itching feeling she can’t shake off. She transforms into her silver tabby cat form, marching down from the great hall Into one of the many hallways, she takes a right, then a left, another left, and another right. Maybe her feline instincts were wrong on this one. Maybe there truly was nothing happening. As she turns a corner she can hear a brief conversation. Mcgonagall knew she was right, she knows better than to doubt her instincts. She follows the sound and can hear a quaint voice of 2 students, who sound like they’re arguing? She isn’t sure, she’s not close enough to determine the cause.
Mcgonagall gets ready to scold them for being out of bed at such an unreasonable hour. But that’s when she hears it, the faint sound of crying. She could recognize that sound anywhere, with the amount of times she’s heard it when she’d lurk around 4 privet drive. It was Harry. Her brave gryffindor. The kid who took on too much. Who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, just like his father. The boy who lived.
Mcgonagall had always had a sweet spot for him, it hadn’t come as a shock to her. She’d been the one who truly cared about the well-being of her student. She’d tried countlessly to try to allow Dumbledore to let her raise Harry, he’d never budge. “But Albus please! You can’t keep him there, it’s not safe for him! What’s the good of raising him away from magic if he’ll be surrounded by a family that’s hates it?” She was relentless. She had hated the Dursley’s. What with all the stories she’d heard from Lily, she had to hate them. There was no way she was going to give up Harry without a fight.
“Minerva please, you know to trust my judgement. He’ll only ever be safe if he stays with Petunia” Mcgonagall had tried and tried, but he’d never budge. She’d given up, well not exactly. She’d check in with Harry constantly, obviously not as herself, but rather another version. She’d been the one to leave treats by the bushes Harry played at. She’d be the one who’d leave left over cash somewhere Harry and only Harry could find. It was safe to say she’d cared for the boy. So when she hears him crying in the hallways she must intervene.
That is until she heard the second voice. Also sounding frail and sad, but hiding it much better, she was sure harry couldn’t hear the pain in his voice, The second voice had been trying so hard to hold the floodgates. “Potter you can’t do anything to fix this.” And that’s when it hits her. That was Malfoy, knowing the pair she’s should’ve intervened quicker but before she could get the chance the first voice sounds out. “And how would you know? Love, please just… don’t do this. Don’t leave me here like i’m nothing, like all we’ve done has been nothing!”
Oh
Mcgonagall had understood immediately, She knew what this quarrels about. Considering she’d been in a very similar one during her Hogwarts days. This was a love affair. She knew she couldn’t do anything about it, no matter how much she’d want to, there was nothing she could do or say to them. She wants to leave, she has to leave, but she just can bring herself to do so.
“You know this has been everything to me!” said a voice she could determine as Malfoy. “Then why are you doing this!.” He was mad, Harry was aggravated, even she know not to get Harry mad, he doesn’t control his temper.
“For you!” the silence was deafening. You could hear a pin drop. Neither one of them were speaking, she’d hastily moved a bit closer to the pair, yet still maintaining her hiding spot. She can tell just by the confused look on Harry’s face that he doesn’t get why this would benefit him in the slightest. He retorts, albeit a little softer, “How is you ending things helping me Malfoy?” She was unsure herself, awaiting an answer. She gets nothing besides a lifted sleeve.
Ironically it says more than words ever could.
Mcgonagall couldn’t believe what her eyes were witnessing, not only had she intruded on their argument, she’d also witnesses a dark mark. A dark mark on a 16 year old boy. A child. A sudden sense of déjà vu had hit her, she wasn’t sure how, or why. But all this seams so familiar. She just couldn’t quite place it.
She can see harry rushing to the blonde. With Tears in his eyes he stares at the the mark.
“Draco what have you done?” he sounds soft. He desperate to understand.
“I had to Harry!” he screams, “I bloody had to! It was either this or put everyone I love at risk! I can’t… I won’t do that to you Harry” As every word escapes his mouth, he slowly falls onto the floor, Harry catches him. It seems like was a common occurrence, Draco had fit so comfortably and so easily into Harry’s arms. Almost like two missing puzzle pieces finding each other.
Harry places a soft kiss on his temple. they’ll get through this. She knows they will. One had Potter genes and the other Black. Both stubborn gits if you asked her, but if they wanted something to work, it’ll work.
Mcgonagall knew she had to leave by now. It had become too private of a scene.