Sincerely, The Stranger You Call Sister

Year 1: Wands, Teeth, And Animals Galore

Dear Little Brother,

I'd like to think that one of the reasons why I was slow on the uptake, when this body was but a wee snot nosed infant, is because people's appearance didn't meet my expectations. Granted; I'm in the grandparent's generation, and aside from the memories that Harry saw in his Sixth Year you didn't get to see much of the people that lived then. Hell, most remained unnamed background characters -used to just take up space, honestly, and you were lucky to get certain ones' surnames. Forgot physical description!

(Plus I barely remember the Fantastical Beasts movie as it is and I never bothered with the sequel The Curse of Grindelwald, so that did fuck all to help me either.)

Where was I going with this? Right. Characters' -ahem, people's- appearances. Point is, Tommy, that in the early years you looked like a red, angry potato and shite else. An adorably red, angry potato, but a red and angry potato all the same. Later on you grow to look eerily similar to the actor in the movies, and Abraxas Malfoy is as pale and pointy as I remember his future grandson to be portrayed as. I think I recall Harry commenting Dumbledore's god awful plum suit that he had worn when we first met him, but don't quote me on it.

I can't remember what Tom the Bartender was supposed to look like in either the books or movies, but I do know that him and Ollivander Jr. were old men in Harry's time so it wouldn't be fair to assume that they would look the same anyways. Same for Professor Slughorn and Dumbles...

I swear I had a point to this letter. I'm kinda all over the place, aren't I? (I can already see your eye twitching, heh.)

Right. Well, just ignore everything I wrote before now for the most part. What I really want to talk about is one individual specially; Minerva "badarse" McGonagall.

(As a self-proclaimed Potterhead, there are a few things that any fan is absolutely required to do if there to actually find themselves in the Harry Potter universe.

Attending fucking Hogwarts is obviously on the top, but there are others that don't fall in any particular order. Such as meeting their favourite characters, pulling a prank with Peeves, exploring the Chamber of Secrets, eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, saving Sirius Black from his wretched, shitty death, witness Draco Malfoy turn into a fucking ferret, fly on a broom stick, punch both Dumbledore and Severus Snape in the face, become an Animagus, and cast the patronus spell just to name a few.

While I either can do or already have done a fair bit of them, there are certain ones that I can't due to the shitty timeline I was reborn into. Like meeting the Weasley twins, those lovable bastards, or any of the Marauders for example. Although I might just be able to in future, so long as I live fucking long enough. (Looking at you, Sun.) But I digress.

You know who is around the same age of us, though?

You guessed it, Minerva McGonagall.)

The witch that not only handled but stuck fear into the unrepentantly mischievous Marauders and Weasley twins, who never expected Harry clean up the shitty adults' mess, who defended Hogwarts until the end and who took four fucking stunners in the chest in her late sixties/early seventies!

Both in the movies and novels, she was dark haired with some silver strands, all pulled into a tight bun. She was said to be a stern but fair Professor, one that you didn't want to cross but who didn't have a stick up her arse quite as far as Snape did. Like the type of Professor that would scold you for getting into mischief but secretly laugh about your antics with the other Professors behind closed doors.