The Other Aunt (A Harry Potter fanfiction)

Like Father Like Son

AN: Lol, I got this done REALLY QUICKLY :) I woke up this morning and I really wanted to this scene so I did it! I know I'm dragging out the events of the book a bit to much, but I like adding more detail and I haven't received any complaints about it yet!

The two adolescents spun around to be met with the terrifying sight of Minerva McGonagall coming back from the infirmary. She didn't even glance at them as she walked right past them. Draco looked at Harry confused. The young wizards just shrugged and followed the Professor, glaring daggers at each other the entire time.

It was a strange sight for Minerva, seeing the two boys side-by-side. It was painfully obvious how opposite they were to each other. She sighed and began her lecture, "This behavior is in excusable! I expect a full apology!" The boys glanced at each other. Draco glared and gestured to the head of the Gryffindor house, "She means you Potter! Apologize!" Minerva narrowed her eyes, "I'm afraid you are mistaken, Mr. Malfoy. I meant for you to apologize to Professor Evans." Harry smirked a bit, but did not comment. He knew that would only bring trouble to him.

Draco opened his mouth to protest but McGonagall wasn't having it, "Detention, Mr. Malfoy! For two weeks! In my office! Don't be late!" Draco sputtered, "TWO WEEKS?" She raised an eyebrow, "Shall we make it three?" He shook his head, "No ma'am." "Good, now leave and don't forget that apology! If you don't you'll get an extra week of detention!"
He slammed the door and Professor McGonagall shook her head in exasperation, "That boy is a menace. Sit down Mr. Potter." He honestly hadn't even realized he was still standing there. Malfoy was the one in trouble? That hardly ever happened! Nonetheless, he quickly sat across from her as she graded papers.

They sat in silence for a minute or so, the only noise being the scratching of her quill against the old, thick paper. She finally set her quil down onto the piece of parchment and...smiled. It wasn't a very large smile, nor was it long lasting. But nevertheless, it was a smile. It looked as if she was proud to Harry, but it was something more to that.

The professor took a moment to look him over, "Ever since the day I met you, I thought you were just like Lilly Evans. Of course, there were hints of your father here And there. That's where you got your knack for trouble. But from what I just witnessed, I could've sworn James Potter himself was in front of me, not his son. Anna has had her fair share of bullies in her life. She doesn't let them bother her anymore, but when she was younger, she was picked on mercilessly and very few knew it. Until, one day, Lucius Malfoy pushed her down and called her -ahem- the 'm' word if you will, right in front of your father."

Harry was on the edge of his seat. He swallowed and looked up at her, eager to hear more, "What did he do, Professor?" He knew the story because of Anna but it was interesting hearing it from another's point if view. Another smile played on the lips of the normally very strict professor, "Well he didn't just stand there that's for sure. He broke Mr. Malfoy's nose. James' parents weren't upset, either. They knew your aunt VERY well by this time. The point is, after that, Anna stopped keeping her head down. She was always one to speak her mind, but she was never the kind of person to want to be a burden on others. Your father, along with his friends, showed your aunt that she was not a burden, that she was worth the trouble. He made her stronger. And now, after all the years, I believe he still is, through you."

Harry's eyes widened, "Me?" She nodded, "She has had a rough time with her blood family ever since...third year, I think. Her sister, Petunia, was particularly jealous of Anna and despised her silly way of doing things. She caused a lot of tension in her household. Anna got sick of it. So she left, but you, you are the only flesh and blood family that has ever excepted her since Lilly's demise."

Harry nodded, "And she is the same for me." Minerva sighed, "Harry, just...be careful. Your aunt would be heart broken if something happened to you." He bit his lip, "You two seem to be close." Minerva nodded curtly, "I taught her. She was one of my best students. We...bonded, you could say. To me, Anna is like a daughter of sorts. Whenever she needed advice, she would come to my office and we'd have tea." He smiled a little and stood up to leave, "Thank you, Professor."

He walked to the door, but she stopped him, "Mr. Potter! You and Mr. Weasley have that detention tonight. Mr. Weasley will be polishing the silver in the trophy room with Mr. Filch without magic. Professor Lockhart requested you to assist him with answering his fan mail, but considering his condition you will be working under his substitute. I expect great things from you, do not disappoint me." With that, she pushed up her glasses and returned her attention to the papers on her desk. Harry nodded and left, going over her words in his head.

Harry didn't know exactly what she meant by that, but he had a feeling she wasn't talking about detention.