A boy, born and raised in Azkaban for the first eight years of his life. He was the hidden child of the most despised people living in the Wizarding World. His parents? Wagnard Deimos and Bellatrix Lestrange. His father committed acts so vile and ev...
A/N: The first chapter since the great lady's passing, and a chapter centred around her character is fitting. RIP Dame Maggie Smith, and thank you for the memories.
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Minerva was overjoyed at Y/N's acceptance of her offer. More though she was overjoyed at his happiness. She stood and smiled at the first year as he followed her lead and pulled his rolling suitcase behind him, the two of them leaving the station.
Y/N walked with Minerva, his mood lifting dramatically as he looked around the magical village. It was a truly beautiful sight, the village being snow covered and decorated with Christmas decorations. Minerva looked down at the first year and wanted to cry, seeing the wonder in his eyes at the all magical village. It took about ten minutes to reach her comfy little cottage, and she turned to Y/N with a smile.
"Here we are, your home away from home for the next fortnight."
She opened the door to the cosy looking cottage, and Y/N couldn't help but smile again as his eyes widened in wonder and took in the home in front of him. It was a double storied house, like most abodes in the all magical village, but Y/N was drawn to a large perch stand that stood in the far corner of the living room.
"Swoop" he said happily as the Roc flew over and landed on his shoulder, nestling and rubbing against Y/N's head and neck.
"Were you in on this, Swoop?" Y/N asked with a chuckle. Minerva smiled at the sight, Y/N's genuine and heartfelt affection for the bird, a feeling the Roc returned in spades. She smiled as she spoke:
"I did discuss the matter with Swoop, and he did seem fond of the idea. He has formed a solid friendship, I think, with my owl, Eilwen."
Y/N looked across at the large Eurasian Eagle Owl. She sat proudly on her perch, spreading her wings momentarily, which easily stretched to six feet. She was much bigger than Hedwig, Harry's owl, and where Hedwig was a beautiful white colour, Eilwen had a mosaic of black and white down her chest, the rest of her body covered in speckled brown feathers.
In truth she was similar in colour to Swoop, whereas his mosaic was a dark hood that covered his head and thinned out to a point down his back, the rest of his feathers being a tawny brown colour in appearance.
Y/N smiled, patting his beloved companion who trilled in his ear before flying back to the perch he was sharing with Eilwen.
"Please come in, make yourself at home" Minerva smiled as she closed the front door, shutting out the cold and Y/N stepped further into the cottage's lounge room. Y/N looked around at the cosy setting, enraptured by what he saw.
The main feature of the living room was the large inlaid stone fireplace, which currently housed a roaring fire. To the left was an L shaped bookshelf housing many thick and aged tomes, and which stood snugly against the corner of the room. Following to its left was an arched open doorway, leading to what looked like a small kitchen and dining area.
