𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚, 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐬 || 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

I: Aristocratic Tendencies

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Part I: The Heiress

I was reading Slim Aarons
And I got to thinking that I thought
Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was
Tested less like all of these debutants

   •October 4, 1935•
Rose Castle

Lady Minerva McGonagall was born on a Friday, coming into the world screaming her little lungs out. Madam Olga held out the child to her father.

King Malcom McGonagall hesitantly accepted the bundle the midwife handed him. He held her gently, fearing he would break her.

"Eileen, she's a girl." Malcom whispered to his wife, who smiled tiredly.

"It seems so," she answered, catching her breath. The Queen reached out a hand to the bundle her husband held in arms. She ran a gentle finger against the babe's soft cheek.

"We have a Princess," Malcom whispered tenderly, pressing a light kiss to his newborn daughter's forehead.

"Do you fear she's going to be a Squib?" Eileen asked quietly, sitting up a bit straighter against the pillows and folded her hands onto her lap. The King looked up sharply.

"Is that really what you think of now?" He asked in shock. "If our daughter won't possess any magical talent?"

The Scottish Queen shrugged helplessly.

"It happens to everyone. Even pureblooded families like ourselves," she defended.

"She is still our daughter," Malcom ground out through gritted teeth. "Don't you wish to hold her?"

"I will bear you a son," Eileen said confidently, ignoring her husband's question. "And he will be your heir. We can marry her off to a foreign Prince. It would make a great ally for Scotland..." she started to trail off.

"Will you cease?" Malcom demanded loudly, and the baby in his arms started to fuss.

"Oh darling," he cooed, rocking her gently in hopes she would calm. And within a few seconds, she had. "We need to give you a name," the King whispered playfully, relishing in the babe's gurgle.

"Delilah?" Eileen suggested, and Malcom pursed his lips in thought. "Elizabeth?" She threw out, still no verbal response from him.

"Isabella!" The Queen gasped in delight, clapping her hands together once. "Let's name her Isabella." She insisted, a large smile stretched across her face.

Malcom shook his head in disagreement.

"She doesn't seem like any of those names," he said softly.

"Well, you name her then," Eileen huffed in annoyance.

Ignoring his wife's comments and mutterings, he stared intently at his little girl.

"I'll think about it," Malcom responded, never taking his eyes off the child.

"Get some rest," he told his wife softly, finally looking up. "I'll make sure she gets taken care of."

Eileen nodded tiredly and fell back into the bed. She fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

After softly kissing his wife's temple, the King tiptoed out of their chambers, closing the door and put a Silencing Charm around the room so she could rest undisturbed.