Seventeen year old Minerva McGonagall sat pouring over her Transfiguration notes in the library. Her N.E.W.T. for the class was the next day and she wanted to get the best possible score.
She heard soft footsteps behind her, and she turned to see Walburga Black walking towards her. Walburga was fairly thin with black hair (which suited her considering her last name) and her skin was almost a yellowish color. She was in Slytherin and not very nice to Minerva.
“What are you doing there, Minnie?” she sneered. She knew that Minerva hated to be called that.
“Studying,” Minerva coolly replied. Just ignore her and she’ll go away
, she thought.
Walburga lifted a piece of parchment that Minerva was looking over. Minerva bit her lip to keep from doing something she would more than likely regret doing later.
“You should be in Ravenclaw, Minnie. There are a lot of freaks there, including your sister,” she sneered.
Minerva jumped out of her chair. “You leave Malvina out of this,” she whispered maliciously.
“Or what? You and your freak of a sister will come and get me?” Walburga snickered.
Minerva snapped. She whipped her wand out, flicked it, and where Walburga should have been, there was a small white ferret.
“Miss McGonagall,” came a soft male voice.
Minerva’s heart dropped. She turned around to see Professor Dumbledore standing there looking over his half-moon glasses.
“Is that Miss Black?”
Minerva nodded her head silently.
Dumbledore flicked his wand, and Walburga was back to normal. She gave Minerva a look, and stomped from the library.
“I’m afraid that’s fifteen points from Gryffindor and a detention,” Dumbledore said, placing his wand back in his midnight blue robes.
Minerva nodded silently and started to pack up her things. Dumbledore stepped closer and asked, “Would you mind walking with me to my office? I would like the company, as I hate walking by myself.”
Once out of the library, Dumbledore turned to Minerva. “What do you plan on doing after Hogwarts?”
“I don’t know. Probably get a job at the Ministry.”
“I find the Ministry rather boring. Have you ever thought about becoming a teacher?”
“That would be great, but I don’t think I would make a good teacher.”
“What is this I hear that you are training to become an Animagus?”
Minerva’s jaw dropped. “H-how did you find out about that?”
“The portraits talk,” he smiled and gestured to a portrait in which a maid was listening intently, but when Dumbledore glanced at her, she went back to cleaning.
“Minerva,” he continued, “how would you like to be my apprentice for a few years?”
“I would love to be your apprentice!” she exclaimed.
“That settles it then. Next autumn, you will be employed here at Hogwarts. Now I suggest you go study.”
“Thank you so much, sir!” she exclaimed and ran off.
She has a lot of potential
, Dumbledore thought and popped a Chocolate Frog into his mouth.