- 06 Feb 2019, 20:15
Minerva was brought back to a few decades prior. During a crisp autumn evening, the witch had watched as a raven-haired boy with a scarlet lightning-shaped scar had been left on his aunt and uncle's doorstep.
You couldn't find two people who are less like us. She had protested when Albus had explained that the boy was to stay with his aunt, uncle and cousin. Then too she had advocated for normalcy, a normalcy not so different than the one he was referring to today. She had thought that a life in the wizarding world would have been better for him. One where he would grow up hearing about his parent's heroic courage. She had even foolishly considered taking him herself.
Fate had not intended it. She had been his professor, like she had been for his parents before him. She had still played an important role in his formative years. She had introduced him to quidditch, she had made arrangements so that he would be given his first broom, she had let it slip to Molly Weasley that Harry Potter would be spending his first Christmas holidays at Hogwarts and that his last remaining relatives were not likely to send him a present...
He was not wrong, she had provided him with a certain amount of normalcy. A normalcy his parents would be proud of, she hoped.
"You deserve respite, Harry." He had carried the wizarding world's fate on his shoulders and he had suffered more than a lifetime's worth of pain. "I don't know that you have ever experienced normal or that you ever will, but I do know that you should be proud of what you have accomplished. I am glad if you feel that I participated in offering a tad of boredom," she linked her hands on her desk, "I think you have experienced enough excitement, boredom and peace might just be what you need."