āMinerva, you donāt have childrenā¦ā
When James Potter was caught out of bed, pacing, wringing his hands, because his father was away on a mission (fight me), she had wrapped an arm around him and had escorted him into her office, whereupon she had given him tea and a biscuit, distracting him with talk of Quidditch.
āYou donāt have childrenā¦ā
She was one of the few people (outside the Marauders) who could see right through Siriusā mask and when she saw him receive the envelope that contained a tiny piece of tapestry, she marched him into her office and told him that quite frankly, she was proud of him for having the strength to leave that horrid house, and that now he could show his true potential andĀ āNo, Mister B-Sirius, I donāt think youāll ever have to worry about ending up in Azkaban because youāre not like them.ā
āYou donāt have childrenā¦ā
Before there was a stag, a dog, and a rat, there was a cat, bravely entering the Shrieking Shack to make sure that Remus Lupin was all right. She stayed with him until dawn and sent him chocolate for a week thereafter.
āYou donāt have childrenā¦ā
She knew that Peter Pettigrew was going to cry before he did. She was trained in seeing the signs. And sure enough, he burst into tears, telling her that he might as well be a Squib. And she gave him a biscuit (he took two) before firmly telling him that he had the makings of a great wizard and he had loyal friends to boot.
āYou donāt have childrenā¦ā
She saw the Dark Mark on Regulus Blackās arm. She saw the fear in his eyes. And though he wasnāt one of her own, she still caught him in the corridor and told him that Sirius had spent the morning bragging about how quickly Regulus had captured the Snitch. Two minutes and thirty-seven seconds. It was a record. He interrupted her class at least seven times to talk about it. Thatās how proud he was. And there was no mistaking the sparkle in Regulusā eye, the skip in his step as he walked away.
āYou donāt have childrenā¦ā
She held Lilyās hand as Sirius and Remus fretted over a passed-out James. And with a scream, a push, and a cry, a new baby entered the world. Lily held him first, of course. And then he was passed to her, to hold close. She was the first one to mention that he had Lilyās eyes.
āYou donāt have childrenā¦ā
She protested, loudly, when he was placed with his aunt and uncle. She kept an eye on him at the schoolyard, using a bit of magic here and there to help him escape the bullies. She sent him his first broom. She cried when he caught the Snitch and again when he lay in the Hospital Wing. She did everything within her power to protect him. From jinxed brooms. From an escaped murderer. From a corrupted government. She watched over him for years. She screamed, louder than anyone, when she saw his dead body. And when the battle was over, she was the first to reach him, tears falling down her face.Ā
āYou donāt have childrenā¦ā
She was there for Jamesā birth, for Albusā birth (āReally, Potter, Albus?ā) and for Lilyās birth. She came to Sunday brunch and she came to tea. She sent presents during Christmas and birthdays. She knew everyoneās favorite book, color, and food.
āYou donāt have childrenā¦ā
She was always there for him. She always would be.
āYou donāt have childrenā¦ā
She had dozens of children.
Including one very ungrateful son.
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