Mcgonagall's Speech On Dyslexia
Disclaimer for this and all future chapters: JKR owns her owns all rights. Dyslexia: “a general term for disorders that involve difficulty in learning to read or interpret words, letters, and other symbols, but that do not affect general intelligence. (Google)” In other words without an editor you will see mistakes of grammar and spelling. Please do not berate me for it. I do the best I can. Description: What if Mcgonagall had delivered the letter from the start like she had done for every other muggle-raised child? Why wouldn’t she have wanted to check up on Harry when she loathed the Dursley’s from day one? What would happen to a young Harry who wanted to impress not a gamekeeper who was obsessed with Dumbledore's orders, prone to breaking
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laws and a bit predigest against certain houses? Well maybe Harry would have been encouraged to think and try his hardest not to make friends but earn the respect of his new guardian. This story begins after Harry returns from the zoo. First three years will go by fast. Most of the story will take place through the 4th and 5th book. Future Harry and Hermione though never going over PG-13. Sorry: no Slash and no smut. Please enjoy and review! I write this in hopes of reviews.
Chapter 1 Minerva Mcgonagall approached Number 4 Privet Drive with a sense of forbiddance.
Only reassurance from Dumbledore had kept her from checking up on little Harry over the last decade. But her sense of dread had been growing, gnawing at her insides, urging her to take action. By the time Harry Potter’s name appeared on the list she had hand written the letter, unlike the rest which were charmed to write themselves. She put Harry’s letter at the bottom her stack of Muggleborns and proceeded to have them introduced to the magical world and supplied for their first year by the third week of summer. When asked she would simply say she wanted a true summer vacation before the next year started. The real reason being the pit of dread forming in her …show more content…
stomach. Minerva dressed in a long floral muggle sundress, with low white heels and white sunhat. It was almost the reverse of her normal dark emerald robes, black boots and pointed hat, which for her made it all the easier to transfigure. She knocked on the door which she had ten years ago allowed a baby to be left in front of. To Minerva it did not matter that Harry was the savior, the-boy-who-lived, what mattered to her was that he was James’ and Lily’s son. She had loved both students as dearly as her own nephew. Lily for her curiosity, passion, and headstrong study habits, and James for the joy he found in magic and for always treating her as a person rather than a professor even it earned him many a detention and her not a few grey hairs. In her heart of hearts she had loved them, rejoiced in their triumphs, mourned their sorrows, and had adored their child from the time she held him as an infant, long before Dumbledore took a personal interest to the Potter Heir’s safety. When Petunia Dursley answered the door, ushered her inside the too clean house while peering at the neighbors, when she saw the pictures on the wall lacked a second child, when Dudley Dursley began to wail for not being the center of attention, when Vernon began to curse at her, and denounce “her kind” she knew. Knew the childhood she had allowed Harry to be sentenced to. “I am here, Mr. Dursley to speak with Mr. Potter,” she said, her teaching voice cutting through the noise in the house. A shuffle from within the cupboard under the stairs was the final nail in the coffin. She was done taking orders from Albus Dumbledore. With a flick of her wand the cupboard door unlocked and eased open revealing a scruffily dressed, underfed youth who was the spitting of James Potter with Lily Evans’ bright green eyes behind ill fitted glasses. “Um, hello, um I’m Harry,” he said warily. He took a hesitant step out of cupboard, short enough that he barely had to duck his head to exit. It was a moment before she could form a reply. “Hello Harry, my name is Professor Minerva Mcgonagall. You may for the time being call me Minerva. I am here on behalf of the school your parents enrolled you in for the upcoming year.” “Oh, whe-where is it?” he asked, eyes flicking to the Dursleys. “Scotlan-” “I AM NOT SENDING HIM TO SOME CROCKPOT SCHOOL! I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!!” Harry flinched back from the Vernon Dursley’s outburst but otherwise remained quiet, looking to Minerva to see what the tall woman would do. What Minerva did was ignore the buffoon completely. “Scotland. You would live there throughout the semester. Everything is paid for. It is the same school both of your parents met and graduated from.” “You knew my parents?” Harry asked stepping forward as if afraid she would disappear. Minerva smiled sadly at him, “They were two of my favorite students. We kept in touch after the left Hogwarts. I saw your first Christmas.” “Hogwarts? I’ve never heard of that name-” “YOU ARE NOT GOING!!” Vernon bellowed. Minerva pulled out her wands from an unseen wrist sheath. She saw Harry’s widen not at the stick but the reaction of his Uncle and Aunt as the shrieked and screamed and attempted to shield his cousin. She could nearly hear the words in his eyes. But it is just a stick. With a small smirk, a wave of her stick, and a pop later the hallway archway was solid wall, muffling the Dursleys voices. “I knew it!” Harry exclaimed. “I knew magic was real. Can you make glass diappear?” “Of course,” Minerva said. “Can you talk to snakes?” He asked excited. Minerva blinked, “...You can talk to snakes?” “Yeah, I released a boa constrictor today in the zoo. I made the glass disappear and when my cousin and his friend fell in it reappeared. I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t know how I did it. But I was just so… so annoyed! They were tapping at the snake’s tank. They were so rude,” all this was said in a single breath. “It is a rare gift to speak to an animal. Despite what some might say about snakes, they are respectable creatures.” Harry nodded, “The snake said he wanted to see Brazil.
Don’t think he really can though. They will probably catch him and put him back in the tank…” He looked up eyes searching before the fell to his feet. “Sorry for talking so much-” “It’s fine Harry. I am sure you have much that will occur to you. What happened at the zoo was accidental magic. It happens to young witches--” “I am a witch!?” Harry asked excitedly. She smiled then, a real smile. “No Harry, I am a witch, you are a wizard.” He blushed, ducking his head. “Sorry, I … Wait were my parents?” “Yes, they both were. Which is why they went to Hogwarts.” She pulled out the letter from her purse. She watched Harry read and then re-read it. “Yes! I mean, yes, I accept. I want to go to Hogwarts.” He flipped over the paper and saw the supplies list. “But I don’t think the Dursleys will get these…” “Your parents left you plenty to spend on basic needs and school supplies for five life times. But there are some things I need to ask you about your living conditions here.” Harry’s face which had been bright with joy a moment fell. His eyes became guarded and he simply waited for the questions. Grimly Minerva noted that his expression was that of man waiting in line to the gallows. “How often are you put in that cupboard?” “It’s my room,” he said tone dead. “Do you like it
here?” “I don’t want to live in an orphanage.” “Do you love these people?” He met her gaze with a look that no eleven year old should have. Emerald green to jade. He weighed. Thought about giving her, an adult a chance to make difference, to not wrong him, to not fail him where all others had. Harry answered, “I know that they don’t love me.” She had failed him once, she would not do so again. “How would you like to live with me?” Hope filled up Harry’s eyes. “Can we leave now?” “Yes.” He ran forward and hugged her around the waist. His frame shuddered slightly at the suppressed emotion. Minerva hugged him back. Harry was hers now, heavens help the person who tried to tell her otherwise.
laws and a bit predigest against certain houses? Well maybe Harry would have been encouraged to think and try his hardest not to make friends but earn the respect of his new guardian. This story begins after Harry returns from the zoo. First three years will go by fast. Most of the story will take place through the 4th and 5th book. Future Harry and Hermione though never going over PG-13. Sorry: no Slash and no smut. Please enjoy and review! I write this in hopes of reviews.
Chapter 1 Minerva Mcgonagall approached Number 4 Privet Drive with a sense of forbiddance.
Only reassurance from Dumbledore had kept her from checking up on little Harry over the last decade. But her sense of dread had been growing, gnawing at her insides, urging her to take action. By the time Harry Potter’s name appeared on the list she had hand written the letter, unlike the rest which were charmed to write themselves. She put Harry’s letter at the bottom her stack of Muggleborns and proceeded to have them introduced to the magical world and supplied for their first year by the third week of summer. When asked she would simply say she wanted a true summer vacation before the next year started. The real reason being the pit of dread forming in her …show more content…
stomach. Minerva dressed in a long floral muggle sundress, with low white heels and white sunhat. It was almost the reverse of her normal dark emerald robes, black boots and pointed hat, which for her made it all the easier to transfigure. She knocked on the door which she had ten years ago allowed a baby to be left in front of. To Minerva it did not matter that Harry was the savior, the-boy-who-lived, what mattered to her was that he was James’ and Lily’s son. She had loved both students as dearly as her own nephew. Lily for her curiosity, passion, and headstrong study habits, and James for the joy he found in magic and for always treating her as a person rather than a professor even it earned him many a detention and her not a few grey hairs. In her heart of hearts she had loved them, rejoiced in their triumphs, mourned their sorrows, and had adored their child from the time she held him as an infant, long before Dumbledore took a personal interest to the Potter Heir’s safety. When Petunia Dursley answered the door, ushered her inside the too clean house while peering at the neighbors, when she saw the pictures on the wall lacked a second child, when Dudley Dursley began to wail for not being the center of attention, when Vernon began to curse at her, and denounce “her kind” she knew. Knew the childhood she had allowed Harry to be sentenced to. “I am here, Mr. Dursley to speak with Mr. Potter,” she said, her teaching voice cutting through the noise in the house. A shuffle from within the cupboard under the stairs was the final nail in the coffin. She was done taking orders from Albus Dumbledore. With a flick of her wand the cupboard door unlocked and eased open revealing a scruffily dressed, underfed youth who was the spitting of James Potter with Lily Evans’ bright green eyes behind ill fitted glasses. “Um, hello, um I’m Harry,” he said warily. He took a hesitant step out of cupboard, short enough that he barely had to duck his head to exit. It was a moment before she could form a reply. “Hello Harry, my name is Professor Minerva Mcgonagall. You may for the time being call me Minerva. I am here on behalf of the school your parents enrolled you in for the upcoming year.” “Oh, whe-where is it?” he asked, eyes flicking to the Dursleys. “Scotlan-” “I AM NOT SENDING HIM TO SOME CROCKPOT SCHOOL! I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!!” Harry flinched back from the Vernon Dursley’s outburst but otherwise remained quiet, looking to Minerva to see what the tall woman would do. What Minerva did was ignore the buffoon completely. “Scotland. You would live there throughout the semester. Everything is paid for. It is the same school both of your parents met and graduated from.” “You knew my parents?” Harry asked stepping forward as if afraid she would disappear. Minerva smiled sadly at him, “They were two of my favorite students. We kept in touch after the left Hogwarts. I saw your first Christmas.” “Hogwarts? I’ve never heard of that name-” “YOU ARE NOT GOING!!” Vernon bellowed. Minerva pulled out her wands from an unseen wrist sheath. She saw Harry’s widen not at the stick but the reaction of his Uncle and Aunt as the shrieked and screamed and attempted to shield his cousin. She could nearly hear the words in his eyes. But it is just a stick. With a small smirk, a wave of her stick, and a pop later the hallway archway was solid wall, muffling the Dursleys voices. “I knew it!” Harry exclaimed. “I knew magic was real. Can you make glass diappear?” “Of course,” Minerva said. “Can you talk to snakes?” He asked excited. Minerva blinked, “...You can talk to snakes?” “Yeah, I released a boa constrictor today in the zoo. I made the glass disappear and when my cousin and his friend fell in it reappeared. I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t know how I did it. But I was just so… so annoyed! They were tapping at the snake’s tank. They were so rude,” all this was said in a single breath. “It is a rare gift to speak to an animal. Despite what some might say about snakes, they are respectable creatures.” Harry nodded, “The snake said he wanted to see Brazil.
Don’t think he really can though. They will probably catch him and put him back in the tank…” He looked up eyes searching before the fell to his feet. “Sorry for talking so much-” “It’s fine Harry. I am sure you have much that will occur to you. What happened at the zoo was accidental magic. It happens to young witches--” “I am a witch!?” Harry asked excitedly. She smiled then, a real smile. “No Harry, I am a witch, you are a wizard.” He blushed, ducking his head. “Sorry, I … Wait were my parents?” “Yes, they both were. Which is why they went to Hogwarts.” She pulled out the letter from her purse. She watched Harry read and then re-read it. “Yes! I mean, yes, I accept. I want to go to Hogwarts.” He flipped over the paper and saw the supplies list. “But I don’t think the Dursleys will get these…” “Your parents left you plenty to spend on basic needs and school supplies for five life times. But there are some things I need to ask you about your living conditions here.” Harry’s face which had been bright with joy a moment fell. His eyes became guarded and he simply waited for the questions. Grimly Minerva noted that his expression was that of man waiting in line to the gallows. “How often are you put in that cupboard?” “It’s my room,” he said tone dead. “Do you like it
here?” “I don’t want to live in an orphanage.” “Do you love these people?” He met her gaze with a look that no eleven year old should have. Emerald green to jade. He weighed. Thought about giving her, an adult a chance to make difference, to not wrong him, to not fail him where all others had. Harry answered, “I know that they don’t love me.” She had failed him once, she would not do so again. “How would you like to live with me?” Hope filled up Harry’s eyes. “Can we leave now?” “Yes.” He ran forward and hugged her around the waist. His frame shuddered slightly at the suppressed emotion. Minerva hugged him back. Harry was hers now, heavens help the person who tried to tell her otherwise.