harry potter imagines

013.|| "mcgonagall" [young!r.l.]

Summary: There are two McGonagalls in Hogwarts.

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[Marauders' Era]

[6th Year]

[Gryffindor!Reader]

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"McGonagall"

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[Sorting Ceremony, First Year]

"[First Name], [Last Name]."

You walked with grace, as you sat on the chair and have the Sorting Hat placed on your head.

You being a reserved and strict person, sat up straight. Back straight, hands on laps, chin up, and stomach in.

"Oh, be comfortable, dear. I'm just sorting you."

The Sorting Hat whispered and encouraged you, feeling that you are nervous.

"I am."

You thought, reassuring the Hat.

"Okay, so better be- GRYFFINDOR!"

The Sorting Hat shouted the last part. The Gryffindor table cheered, as their first Gryffindor this year looks like she has a bright mind, and a brave heart.

Professor McGonagall took the Hat off you, and then you walked to the Gryffindor table, and being greeted by the prefect.

"Lupin, Remus."

A boy with brown hair sat on the chair you are sitting at earlier, having Professor McGonagall place the Sorting Hat on his head.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

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[6th Year]

"Oh, look! There's 'McGonagall'!"

James, a marauder, whispered to his gang.

"James, can you please stop giving everyone nicknames?"

Remus asked, not looking up from his book.

"Moony, I told you to call me Prongs! Padfoot and Wormtail does!"

James instructed Remus, pointing at him.

"Fine, Pron-"

Someone cleared their throat, and they looked up.

They saw you, dressed in your Gryffindor robes, ironed and buttoned nicely, your hair in a tight bun, and looking presentable as always with your strict posture.

"The class is starting in two minutes. Get up and move."

Sirius shook his hands teasingly, and telling you,