Minerva Mcgongall pulled out her notebook and turned to the page that listed the names and details of that years Gryffindor Quidditch team. Her heart swelling with pride she jotted down the name āHarry Potterā next to the position āSeekerā before closing the book and opening a second drawer. She took out a small, wooden box and rummaged in it for a few seconds before withdrawing a worn out envelope, inside of which was a short letter and a photograph.
Hope youāre doing well! Iām the same of course, driving Lily up the wall as usual, she sends you her love by the way!
Now I know I told you that youāll never find a chaser as good as me ever again, but it just goes to show that even the brilliant are sometimes mistaken. Iāve found you (made you!) a replacement who will one day outshine his old man by leagues! Enclosed is a photograph of your new Quidditch prodigy so that you may assess his skills for yourself. We have him chasing the cat for practice. Heāll be unbeatable by the time he starts at Hogwarts! The youngest Quidditch player in a century!
I guarantee it, Minnie. And you know Iām never wrong, though youāll never admit it!
Missing you and Hogwarts terribly,
P.S. Sirius says his marriage proposal still stands.ā
Wiping away a single tear that ran down her cheek and chuckling to herself, she smiled down at the photograph of a small, gleeful, black haired boy zooming along on a toy broom, a pair of legs chasing after him and a young woman laughing hysterically in a corner.
āRight again, Mr. Potter.ā
