Minerva Mcgonagall - Blog Posts

i’m just sitting here dying of laughter thinking about McGonagall looking over Harry in first year like yeah the kid gets into some dangerous shenanigans but it always seems to be for a greater purpose and his heart’s in the right place and he’s so sweet and quiet usually, clearly he takes after his mother Lily thank goodness this is good this boy is good 

and then dead ass one year later kid shows up to school crashing into a tree with his bestie in a flying car instead of just owling the damn school that they’d missed the train and she’s just like DING DONG I WAS WRONG

the thuds of their shoes echoed on the empty corridors and the hardwood floors of the castle as they were running away from the consequence of their prank.

all of them were panting and laughing, and behind them clicked heels.

"quick, here!" remus whisper and opened the door of the broom closet with only a hand, and him and his friends snuck inside.

the clicking of the heels still reverberated in the emptiness. then it stopped.

"where are thosee rascals?" minerva mcgonagall asked herself aloud, looking around the corridor, hoping to catch the boys that put red hair dye down the pipes which carried water to the dorm rooms in the slytherin dungeons.

peter giggled and sirius covered his mouth with their palm.

"you absolute fuck, keep quiet!" sirius whisper-yelled, a smile on their face.

"oh my god, if we get in trouble one more time she's going to take my badge." james exhaled quickly.

"as if you'd care." remus rolled his eyes.

the clicking of the heels started again and the marauders held their breath as they listened. the sound seemed to drift away.

"sirius, peek out and check if she's still there." peter said quietly, looking at sirius shyly.

they opened the door and peeked outside.

"empty." they said simply and looked behind at their friends, who were still waiting for an answer.

"james, move your fat ass!" remus exclaimed as he tried making his way out of the closet.

"you're the one with the fat ass." james retorted.

james silently screamed as remus kicked him in the shin and made his way out of the closet, helping peter out.

once james realized that his dramatics will not make remus apologize, he straightened his back and looked around.

he held his hand out and the rest of the marauders put their hands over james, smiling slyly to each other.

"mischief managed." they grinned to each other.

God dammit, It's 1 AM I need to wake up at 6 AM. And. Here. I. AM. Bawling my eyes out like a BABY and going to ao3 to look for similar fics to cry more, because this is a wonderful prompt and I want more of Severus and Minerva being besties.

Severus and Minerva being friends is honestly a top tier headcanon. By now I just consider it canon.

At first it started off with Minerva reluctantly helping Severus when he's a new teacher/head of house. But what starts off with advice over tea and chess becomes a weekly alloted time for Severus, they talk and gossip.

Minerva is the one who helped Severus get it together after Lily died, she was there to hug Severus after his trial in which Dumbledore spoke in his favour.

What started off reluctantly became a very close friendship. They were like two peas in a pod. They'd sit together during staff meetings and meals in the Great Hall. Minerva could be found fighting laughter at something Severus whispered in her ear (especially when Lockhart was teaching)

Severus would complain and gripe to her about Potter and how he was a rule breaker and he'd break his neck one day if Severus wasn't there to watch over him.

When Severus was told by Dumbledore that he had to kill him all he could think about was what would happen to his friendship with Minerva.

That last year of his life was the hardest ever. He was alone. Severus had always known he'd be alone eventually but it hurt more then he'd thought it would.

When Severus was dying all he could imagine was that he was dying alone and no one would care about him once he passed. He thought about Minerva.

After Voldemort was killed Minerva went to Harry demanding/asking to be told the truth and was Severus really still on their side. Harry noticed the normally stern teacher was on the verge of tears. Harry nods and tells her about the memories (mentioning that she was in a few of them cuz honestly they're besties Minerva had to have appeared at least once). Harry then brings Minerva to where Severus's body remains.

Harry watched as Minerva broke down upon seeing the man's body and went over to him and cleaned his wound, she spoke softly to him apologizing for everything that he was forced to do. It's heartbreaking to watch, Harry looks away when Minerva hugs the man's body (grief makes people do that, I've seen it first hand) and kisses his forehead.

Minerva speaks at Severus's funeral, she's the one who gives the eulogy. She speaks of a man that not many got to see and how she was privileged to be able to see the real Severus. She spoke about how her life won't be the same without him in it, and how he was a hero and like Harry Potter says, the bravest man she's ever known.

Sirius getting in trouble and McGonagall not calling his parents because Sirius was disowned, but also not calling the Potters because they had to take care of talking to James.

So, she decides to bring Regulus to her office and just let him yell at Sirius.

mkay dron nation, i present to you: the fic that stemmed entirely from the offhand thought "Ron would have more emotional intelligence than this" while reading a random mention of the sectumsempra scene™ and then summarily took over my entire life.

inspiral

[in which Sirius lives, Harry chills out (relatively), and Ron is forced (by absolutely no one) to pick up the Malfoy-stalking slack.

. . .

Ron was growing weary of Harry and Malfoy circling each other like a pair of feral street cats gearing up for a fight. It reminded him of Mr. Mittens, the raggedy cat Ginny had smuggled home once, and his . . . friend. He sometimes worried that this all might end up like that, what with Harry throwing around wild accusations and Malfoy sneering cryptic shite at them in response. It was ridiculous, but Ron suspected whatever Mr. Mittens had going on back then wasn’t very rational either, and they’d still ended up with a cat, a corpse, and a bloody living room floor.

. . .

Ron paused with his hand reaching for the bathroom door, debating turning back-- back to dinner and his friends and pretending he saw nothing out of the ordinary.

it's. long. this thing. so weekly updates, with ch1 up now💞

He drew in a breath before easing it open. The sound of sobbing -- choking, heaving, desperate -- was no longer muffled by the heavy wood. A high, whiny voice crooned empty platitudes like backing vocals for the world’s most depressing song, and it was with a creeping horror that Ron realized Myrtle wasn’t the one crying.

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onto the ch1 highlight reel!!

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definitely

i think dumbledore was growing weed in the forbidden forest the whole time and that’s why it was forbidden. that’s also why he acts the way he does.

Me wanting to draw these two kissing, holding hands and being an old married couple:

Anyways, happy valentine's day to everyone :3

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No context, just mcgonagall and hooch being a cute lesbian couple 💕

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 || 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

Pairing: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Minerva McGonagall, Lily Evans, Mary MacDonald

Warning: Fluff [I suppose?]

Summary: The boys finally land on the perfect name for their group! And it’s all thanks to their favourite Professor.

A/N: I’m back. Finally. Happy New Year, Christmas. 2022!

“Alright, listen up.” James Potter plopped himself on a chair next to his best friend Sirius Black, as he studied with Remus Lupin. Across from them, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans and Mary MacDonald sat. “We need a name!” James exclaimed.

“A name?” Peter asked curiously.

“A name for a gang.” James explained. “I mean, people just call us the Gryffindor pranksters. It isn’t right.” He played with his fingers. Sirius closed his book and looked at his brother.

“Okay. What are you thinking?” Sirius questioned. Remus groaned, annoyed that his study session was being interrupted by James and Sirius’ conversation. He loved his friends. They’d accepted him for who he truly was but at times, they remained as stupid as the day he met them.

“Maybe The Gang?” James offered.

“Anyone have any suggestions that don’t suck like that name?” Sirius looked at his other friends. Mary shrugged, sketching in her book. Lily stopped writing and looked up.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t be bothered paying attention, and as soon as James opened his mouth I lost interest.” Lily defended herself. James faked shock but Sirius just shook his head.

“Focus, Evans. Name for the most amazing group of pranksters to ever roam Hogwarts’ halls.” Sirius said. Lily smiled cheekily.

“Why not Sirius and the three Idiots?” She responded. James stab his heart as if she’d broken it. Remus raised an eyebrow and Peter threw his hands up. “What did we do?” Peter complained.

“Sorry Pete.” Lily apologised. “How about The Gang?”

“That’s just what Prongs said!” Remus replied. “Honestly, Lil. You’re making it awfully hard to defend your case that you’d never end up with someone like him when all you do is the say the same things.” Lily shrugged and returned her attention to her potions notes.

“Okay, what about The Pranksters? Just take away Gryffindor and you’ve got yourselves a fine name.” Mary proudly said. Sirius didn’t want to break her heart.

But luckily he was saved…

“Mr Black, Mr Potter, keep your voices down. This is a library not your common room!” Professor McGonagall whisper-yelled at them. Sirius gave her a sheepish look but James just smirked. “You Marauders.” She groaned as she left.

“Marauders?” Peter questioned.

“Marauders comes from the word Maraud which means to go about in search of things, steal or to attack.” Remus explained patiently.

“It’s perfect!” James yelled excitedly. “The Marauders. That’s what we’ll go by.”

“But we don’t steal.” Sirius said.

“And we don’t attack people.” Peter added.

“We also don’t really go in search of things.” Remus continued.

“Who cares?” James sighed. “Before you explained the meaning of the word, Moony, no one knew what it meant.”

“I did!” Lily responded.

“But it sounds catchy!” James argued. “Come on, boys! The Marauders. The Marauders. Marauders.” James kept going, whispering it into Sirius, Remus and Peter’s ears until they finally gave in.

“Fine, fine, fine.” Remus threw his hands up. “Let’s just throw logic out of the window, why don’t we?”

“I’m sure logic can fly.” James laughed.

“And if it can’t?” Remus asked.

“It can try.” Sirius said, bored.

“Who needs logic anyway when you have pranks, Quidditch and maps?” James smiled. “And an awesomely catchy name such as The Marauders.”

“The Marauders.” All four boys whispered it.

“You aren’t going to spit in your hands and shake it now, are you?” Lily asked.

“Or cut your hands in a blood-oath?” Mary questioned.

“You’re really messed up, Mar.” James said.

“Not as much as someone who names their group something that doesn’t relate to them at all!” She whispered harshly.

“Boohoo.” James replied.

It really be like that but honestly I love it and always will 😌

Severitus be like...

*2 hours later*

[crisis counselor running from the room screaming and crying]

mcgonagall: I think that went well

mcgonagall: you scored a 25/27 on your mental health questionnaire

remus: so that means i’m good at mental health right?

[crisis counselor enters room]

remus: ah fuck

This is so cute.

BUT LUNA THO.

part.1

My mother doesn’t have a known canonically eye colour! It’s maybe not green as I thought it was (I know Maggie Smith has blue eyes). Some sites say they’re green but then have other info wrong so idk. Gonna take me a while to get past this but then I had a similar crisis over Dad’s eyes and are they black or brown.

Happy Birthday to my Beautiful Mother today, I miss you so much and hope that someday I will be able to meet you all again.

💜🖤💚

(Art by Jim Kay)

If Tom riddle went to McGonagall instead of slughorn

Tom: you see professor I was in the restricted section-

McGonagall: and why were you in the restricted section ,riddle?

Tom: I was doing a research.

McGonagall: and the whole library wasn't enough for you?

Tom:....

McGonagall: who signed you a form to enter it?

Tom: professor slughorn...

McGonagall: show it to me

Tom: wellll I will go and get it

McGonagall: detention.

R.i.p 🌹😪