Golden Girl Gone "Bad" (fem!Harry Potter)

Chapter 3

Summary:

Previously: Professor McGonagall arrives at Emmelia' house in order to take her to Diagon Alley.
Notes:

I think that this chapter is my favorite so far, it has a lot of stuff that will come up late, but I'm not telling you what ;)

edited september 8th
Chapter Text
"Alright, come on child, we can come back for your stuff later if you need it."

"I'm sorry ma'am, but how will we get inside? It's obvious that we aren't very welcome."

Her eyes twinkled (much like a certain headmaster that she hadn't met yet) when she said, "That's nothing a little magic can't fix Miss Potter."

"So" she said dusting off her already meticulous robes, "What do you know about your parents?"

"My parents? I know they died in a car crash. But-that's it."

"You parents," Professor McGonagall said, sounding offended, "did not die in a car crash. Is that what you told you? That Lily and James died in a car crash? Good Merlin I knew that those muggles were the worst of the sort." McGonagall murmured the last bit to herself.

"Who are Lily and James?" Emmelia asked in innocent confusion. Better to have this new Professor look at her with pity rather than suspicion.

McGonagall took a deep breath before answering, "Lily is your mother's name."

"And James is my father?"

"Yes. Quite the power couple they were. The wizarding world will forever be in their debt." She turned to face Emmelia, "Yours as well."

"Me?" Emmelia said, genuinely puzzled, "What could I have done? Honestly ma'am, I didn't even know that the wizarding world existed until yesterday."

Smiling fondly at the petite girl, McGonagall launched into a long explanation of Voldemort and the Wizarding War that he brought with him.

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"I still don't quite understand how apparition works."

"It complex magical theory. You won't even begin to study it until your fifth year."

"Alright..." Said Emmelia, sounding glum. She liked knowing things. It made her feel like she mattered.

"Excuse me ma'am." She said, much more shy than before, "But I don't have any money to buy school supplies with...there is a financial aid program, right?"

"Not for you." McGonagall's voice was filled with amusement.

Emmelia swallowed her panic. Okay, so it wasn't for her. The Professor obviously didn't hate her, so it wasn't like she's purposely deny her money in order to shop. That meant she probably didn't need any financial aid. So she already had money. That was good. Her parents must have left her some before they died. Okay, she was fine.

Still, she didn't want to seem to mature or smart in front of a professor who seemed to think of her a but like a lockable grandchild, "I'm sorry Professor, but I don't understand. I don't have any money."

"Don't worry Miss Potter, your parents have left you plenty to cover school funds. It's right this way." The woman began to briskly make her way towards Gringotts, a curious Emmelia behind her.

"Good morning," McGonagall greeted the small man seated at in the tellers chair. On their way over, she'd explained to Emmelia the concept of different magical races abs creatures and that Gringotts, the bank that they were headed too, was run by goblins. Something that she found absolutely fantastic.