#Minerva McGonagall

[my-castles-crumbling]

transfiguration classroom - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 231

Tapping her quill against her lower lip, Professor Minerva McGonagall gazed down at her seating chart, then up at her empty classroom, contemplating the options. A new seating arrangement for the fifth years was a must, and this particular class was difficult to place.

But as she listed the students off in her mind, she knew which ones she had to place first: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.

Immediately, she wrote Potter and Black's name on opposite sides of the room, knowing it still wouldn't be good enough to keep them quiet, but at least this way they wouldn't be able to completely erupt into chaos. However, as she moved to place Lupin far away from both of his friends, she paused.

Black and Lupin had been different lately. She was getting older, sure, but she recognized the signs. Furtive looks and longing glances. Blushing faces and huge smiles.

Not that she cared about these things a a teacher, but...the two of them would be so good together. And they both deserved to be loved by the other, probably more than either of them realized.

Scratching out the 'R-' near the back of her chart, Minerva instead wrote 'Remus Lupin' in the square right next to 'Sirius Black.'

Sure, they would cause trouble. But maybe other things would happen as well.

NOT that she cared, of course.

[bailsgry]

Queer Minnie has my whole heart

[rosemary-february]

[uhhlifeig]

Transfiguration Classroom - Nov. 20 - word count: 659 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The Transfiguration classroom was buzzing with quiet chatter as Professor McGonagall taught about advanced human-to-animal transfiguration. 

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black sat at the back of the room, side by side as always, quills in hand and parchment scattered across the desk. 

“Moony,” Sirius whispered, leaning close, his breath brushing against Remus’s ear.

“Pay attention,” Remus murmured, his eyes fixed on his parchment.

“I am,” the dog animagus replied, grinning wickedly. “To you.”

The taller boy bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. “You’re incorrigible.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Sirius whispered.

Their hands brushed under the desk- an innocent enough motion, except that Sirius lingered, his fingers lightly tracing the back of Remus’s hand. 

He shot him a warning look, but the noiret only raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening.

From the front of the room, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, her sharp eyes flicking briefly in their direction. Both boys immediately snapped their attention to her, though Sirius’s fingers didn’t move.

When the lesson ended, McGonagall dismissed the class with her usual brisk efficiency. When the two boys made to leave, though, she spoke up. “Lupin. Black. A word, please.”

Remus and Sirius exchanged a glance, confusion and apprehension flashing between them. They traipsed to her desk as the rest of the class filtered out, James and Peter shooting them curious looks on their way to the door.

McGonagall waited until the room was empty before she folded her hands on her desk and fixed them with her signature stern gaze.

“I assume you two think you’re being subtle?”

Remus blinked. “Subtle about what, Professor?”

The Transfiguration professor arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black, I’ve been teaching for longer than either of you have been alive. Do you truly believe I haven’t noticed the... antics taking place at the back of my classroom?”

Sirius, for once, looked genuinely caught off guard. “Antics?”

McGonagall sighed. “The whispered conversations. The not-so-inconspicuous hand-holding. The way you”- she pointed at Sirius- “look at Mr. Lupin as if he were your world.”

Remus turned bright red, his mortification only deepening when Sirius gave a smug grin.

“Well, he is,” Sirius said breezily.

The professor pinched the bridge of her nose. “Mr. Black, I assure you, your devotion is apparent to everyone in this castle with a pair of functioning eyes.”

“Now,” she continued, “while I don’t make a habit of involving myself in my students’ personal lives, I must insist that you refrain from turning my classroom into your personal courting grounds.”

The older boy opened his mouth, presumably to make a cheeky comment, but McGonagall cut him off with a look that could curdle milk.

“And for Merlin’s sake,” she added, her lips twitching ever so slightly, “if you insist on continuing these... displays, at least give the rest of us fair warning before you take a roll in the hay together.”

There was a moment of stunned silence as her words sank in. Then:

“Professor!” Remus exclaimed.

Sirius stared at her, mouth agape. “Did you just-?”

“I believe we’re done here,” McGonagall said briskly, standing and gathering her papers. “Good day, gentlemen.”

They left the classroom in stunned silence, their faces still burning as they made their way to the Gryffindor common room.

“What did she want?” James asked the moment they stepped inside, lounging in an armchair, with Peter playing chess with Mary on a nearby table.

The dog animagus collapsed onto the couch, shaking his head in disbelief. “She knows.”

“Knows what?” Peter asked, confused.

“Everything,” the werewolf muttered, sinking down beside Sirius and covering his face with his hands.

James leaned forward. “What do you mean everything?”

“She caught us,” Sirius said dramatically. “And then she made a joke.”

The glasses-wearing boy’s eyebrows shot up. “McGonagall? Made a joke?”

“A dirty one.”

James’s jaw dropped.

“I think I need to lie down,” Peter declared.

“I think we all do,” James muttered.

[ellswritings]

About Time

Harry Potter x Gryffindor!Reader

TW: Harry being jealous, Y/N is really ‘that girl,’ fluff.

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The announcement of the Yule Ball sent the Hogwarts student body into a frenzy. Professor McGonagall’s proclamation during breakfast was met with gasps, whispers, and cheers. Even the more reserved Ravenclaws exchanged eager glances over their plates.

“Now remember,” McGonagall said, her tone stern as she surveyed the Hall, “this is a formal event. Dress robes will be required, and students are expected to conduct themselves with decorum.”

A chorus of whispers erupted across the Great Hall. Y/N L/N, sitting with Ron, Hermione, and Harry at the Gryffindor table, raised her brows.

“Formal event, huh? Hope you boys have your frilly dress robes ready,” she teased, nudging Harry’s arm.

Harry smirked. “I don’t even know how to dance.”

“Figures,” she quipped, leaning closer with a mischievous glint. “Can’t wait to see you step on someone's toes all night.”

Ron groaned, ignoring their banter. “I just hope my mum didn’t send me anything embarrassing.”

“You’ll look like a prince, I’m sure,” Y/N teased, before turning to Hermione. “What about you? Got anyone in mind to ask you yet?”

Hermione flushed but quickly steered the conversation away. “The Ball is meant to unite the schools. You might want to think about representing Gryffindor without making a scene.”

Y/N put a hand to her chest, feigning offense. “Me? Make a scene? When have I ever—”

“Don’t answer that,” Harry interjected quickly, earning a grin from her.

It was moments like this—lighthearted and filled with their easy camaraderie—that made Y/N’s dynamic with Harry so unique. Their teasing often bordered on flirtation, though neither would ever admit it.

The moment McGonagall’s announcement ended, Y/N became a focal point for Yule Ball chatter, much to her bemusement. Boys seemed to appear out of nowhere, all vying for her attention.

Seamus Finnigan caught her in the common room first. “Y/N,” he said, bowing dramatically, “let me take you to the Yule Ball and save everyone else the heartache.”

She laughed, patting his cheek. “Nice try, Seamus, but I’ll have to pass.”

“I’m crushed,” he said, clutching his chest theatrically before retreating with a grin.

Later, Michael Corner stopped her outside Charms, stammering through his request. “Y-Y/N, I was wondering if maybe you’d, uh, go to the Ball with me?”

Y/N smiled kindly. “Michael, that’s sweet of you, but I’ve already got someone in mind.”

“Oh,” he mumbled, cheeks burning as he scurried away.

But the real kicker came when Viktor Krum approached her after lunch one afternoon. His imposing figure seemed to create a vacuum of silence as students watched the Durmstrang champion approach her.

“Y/N,” he said, his thick accent wrapping around her name. “I vould like to take you to the Yule Ball.”

She tilted her head, surprised but not flustered. “That’s quite the offer, Viktor. Why me?”

“You are... strong. Confident,” he said simply. “And very beautiful.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she replied, smirking. “But I’m afraid I have to say no.”

Krum looked genuinely surprised. “You do not vant to go?”

“I’m flattered,” she said sincerely. “But I’ve got my eyes on someone else.”

Viktor nodded respectfully. “You are honest. I admire that.”

​​Harry’s jealousy simmered for days. He couldn’t help but notice how Y/N seemed to glide through the chaos, turning down every suitor with grace and humor. It was maddening, especially since he couldn’t summon the courage to ask her himself.

“What’s stopping you?” Hermione asked one evening in the common room after he’d spent several minutes glaring at Cedric Diggory, who had been talking to Y/N outside.

“She’s got better options,” Harry mumbled.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Harry. If she wanted to go with Krum or Diggory, she would have said yes already.”

Ron chimed in, his mouth full of Chocolate Frogs. “Yeah, but what if she says no? Imagine the embarrassment.”

“Helpful, Ron,” Hermione snapped before turning to Harry. “You won’t know unless you try.”

As the days went on, The Chosen One wasn’t sure when it started, but he couldn’t seem to look away when Y/N entered the room. It was almost painful to watch her interact with others, especially when those others seemed to linger too long or laugh a little too hard at her jokes.

Take breakfast, for example. She was laughing at something George Weasley had said, and her laughter drew half the Great Hall’s attention. George smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. Whatever he said next made her snort, her hand lightly smacking his shoulder.

Harry frowned into his porridge. “What’s so funny?”

Ron looked up from his plate. “What?”

“Over there,” Harry said, nodding toward the Weasley twins and Y/N.

Ron shrugged. “Dunno. George probably made some ridiculous joke about Blast-Ended Skrewts. Why?”

“No reason,” Harry muttered, stabbing at his food.

Hermione, ever observant, arched a brow. “You know, for someone who doesn’t care, you’re awfully focused on her.”

Harry glared. “I’m not focused. She’s just… loud.”

“Oh, yes, it’s definitely her volume that has you glowering like a thundercloud,” Hermione said dryly.

A week before the Ball, Y/N found herself heading to the library to escape the endless string of admirers. The quiet sanctuary of the shelves was a welcome reprieve until she spotted none other than Harry Potter, buried in a book that he looked thoroughly uninterested in.

“Since when do you study this hard?” she teased, dropping into the seat across from him.

Harry jumped, nearly knocking his inkpot over. “I could ask you the same. Don’t you have another suitor to fend off?”

“Not at the moment,” she said with a smirk. “Figured I’d hide out for a bit.”

“Hide?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

“Yeah, you know, to avoid the inevitable ‘Y/N, please go to the Ball with me’ speech from yet another poor soul.”

Harry tried to smile, but it came out strained. “Sounds... exhausting.”

“It is,” she replied with a sigh, leaning back in her chair. “So, what are you doing here?”

“Trying to figure out how to dance without looking like an idiot,” he muttered, his cheeks turning pink.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “Harry, you’ve faced trolls, Dementors, and a giant snake. Surely, a little dancing isn’t going to kill you.”

“It might if I step on someone’s foot,” he quipped, finally cracking a genuine smile.

Y/N tilted her head, studying him. “You know, you don’t have to be perfect at everything. Just... have fun with it.”

“I’ll try,” he said, though his tone was doubtful.

“Well,” she said, standing and grabbing his hand, “no time like the present.”

“What?” Harry stammered as she pulled him into the open space between the shelves.

“Let’s practice,” she said, placing one of his hands on her waist and holding the other. “It’s not that hard. Just follow my lead.”

Harry’s heart was racing as he tried to focus on her instructions. But it was difficult to think straight with Y/N so close, her laugh filling the quiet library as she teased him for his clumsiness.

“See? You’re getting the hang of it,” she said after a few minutes.

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, looking everywhere but at her.

She stopped, her eyes narrowing. “Alright, Potter. What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly.

“You’re a terrible liar,” she replied, crossing her arms. “Is this about the Ball?”

Harry hesitated, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the words.

Before he could respond, Madam Pince appeared, glaring at them. “No dancing in the library!”

Y/N grabbed Harry’s arm, pulling him toward the exit with a laugh. “Guess we’ll have to finish this later.”

Harry’s anger ended up reaching new heights when he stumbled upon Y/N and Cedric in the courtyard. They were standing under a tree, laughing about something Harry couldn’t hear. He hesitated behind a pillar, close enough to see but far enough to avoid being noticed.

“So,” Cedric said, leaning casually against the trunk, “are you always this difficult to impress, or am I just unlucky?”

Y/N smirked. “I have high standards. You’re doing alright so far, though.”

Cedric placed a hand over his chest in mock relief. “Good to know. I was worried I’d have to resort to reciting sonnets.”

“Oh, please,” Y/N teased, crossing her arms. “You don’t strike me as the poetry type.”

Cedric feigned offense. “And what type am I, then?”

“The charming Quidditch star who thinks his smile is enough to get by,” she said, though her tone was playful.

“Well,” Cedric replied, grinning, “is it working?”

Y/N laughed. “Maybe a little.”

“Enough to get a yes to the Yule Ball?” Cedric asked, his tone shifting to something more sincere.

Y/N hesitated, her smile softening. “Cedric, you’re sweet. And honestly, if I didn’t already have someone in mind, I’d probably say yes.”

Cedric tilted his head, a curious look in his eyes. “Someone in mind, huh? Lucky bloke. Should I be worried?”

She shook her head. “Not at all. But thank you for asking—it means a lot.”

Harry, still hidden, felt his stomach churn. She had someone in mind? Was it someone else he didn’t know about?

The revelation haunted Harry for the rest of the day. Who could she mean? George? Fred? Or someone else entirely?

By the time they reached the common room that evening, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “So,” he began, trying to sound casual, “you’ve been spending a lot of time with Cedric lately.”

Y/N looked up from her Charms textbook, clearly amused. “Not really. Why?”

“No reason,” Harry said quickly, though his tone betrayed him.

Hermione groaned, setting down her quill. “Oh, for goodness’ sake, Harry. Just ask her already!”

“Ask me what?” Y/N asked, her brows knitting together.

Harry’s face turned crimson. “Nothing. Forget it.”

For the next few days, Harry avoided her entirely. Y/N noticed immediately, her confusion growing with each passing hour. By the time Defense Against the Dark Arts rolled around, she’d had enough.

When Harry excused himself to the bathroom mid-class, Y/N followed, cornering him just as he passed an empty broom closet.

“Inside,” she said, tugging him by the sleeve before he could protest.

“Y/N, what are you—”

“Shut it,” she snapped, closing the door behind them. “What is going on with you?”

“Nothing,” he said too quickly, avoiding her gaze.

“Don’t lie to me, Potter,” she said, crossing her arms. “You’ve been acting weird ever since—oh.” Her eyes narrowed. “This is about Cedric, isn’t it?”

Harry’s jaw clenched. “It’s not—”

“Don’t bother denying it,” she cut him off. “What, are you jealous?”

Harry’s eyes flashed. “Why would I be jealous? You’ve been flirting with half the school.”

Her brows shot up. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said, his voice rising. “Every guy in Hogwarts and Durmstrang is lining up to ask you, and you just—just laugh and smile like it’s nothing.”

“It is nothing!” she shouted back. “I turned all of them down, Harry! Including Cedric.”

Harry froze. “You... did?”

“Yes,” she said, her tone softer now but still firm. “Because there’s only one person I want to go with.”

“Who?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

She stared at him for a long moment before stepping closer. “You, you idiot.”

Harry’s heart stuttered in his chest. “Me?”

“Obviously,” she said, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “Now, are you going to ask me, or do I have to keep turning people down?”

Swallowing his nerves, Harry met her gaze. “Y/N, will you go to the Yule Ball with me?”

Her smile widened. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Before he could process what was happening, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was both gentle and electric. When they pulled apart, Harry couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face.

“About time,” she teased, tugging him out of the closet. “Now let’s get back to class before anyone notices we’re gone.”

The Yule Ball ended up being magical, but for Harry, the real highlight was dancing with Y/N under the enchanted ceiling, knowing they’d both found exactly what they were looking for.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hey how are you? I was actually curious how the characters' main writing was like. I remember that Harry makes his "i" like Lily's and Ron has a bad writing but I don't remember well for characters like dumbledore, Snape, Malfoy...

Hi, I'm doing pretty good, swamped with uni, but I don't have much to complain about.

Luckily for you, I actually have some notes regarding canon character handwriting. These notes are from supplementary books (Fantastic Beasts & Tales of Bettle the Bard) which actually have the character's handwriting in them. Along with some quotes I found about character handwriting.

(Also I'm not using signatures from the movies)

Harry:

'She had made her “g”s the same way he did' (DH) - Harry's handwriting shares some letters with his mother's handwriting. Notably, the "g".

Ron:

'Ron’s untidy scrawl' (CoS)

 'said Ron, scribbling away, making his writing as large as possible' (CoS)

'Harry stared at the word “Pig,” then looked up at the tiny owl now zooming around the light fixture on the ceiling. He had never seen anything that looked less like a pig. Maybe he couldn’t read Ron’s writing' (GoF)

Hermione:

'Harry could make out Hermione’s neat writing' (CoS)

'And Hermione’s done four feet seven inches and her writing’s tiny' (CoS)

Dumbledore:

'Written in narrow, loopy writing he had never seen before' (PS)

'The narrow handwriting was vaguely familiar' (OotP)

'thin, slanting writing on the parchment' (HBP)

'were five words written in the thin, slanting handwriting that Harry recognized as Dumbledore’s' (DH)

McGonagall:

From the actual HP books we get McGonagall's handwriting as well, due to her signature being on Harry's Hogwarts letter:

Snape:

Thanks to the HBP book, we also have some notes about Snape's handwriting:

'and yet his writing was minuscule and cramped' (OotP)

'cramped handwriting' (HBP)

 'Although Harry had offered to share his book with both of them, Ron had more difficulty deciphering the handwriting than Harry did' (HBP) - I take this to mean young Snape had tiny handwriting and that might be slightly similar to Harry's own (hence his ease at reading it).

'I think the handwriting looks more like a girl’s than a boy’s' (HBP) - assuming the handwriting is small and has some flourishes. (I kina imagine Snape's and Lily's handwriting is similar, which is why I think Harry's handwriting is a little similar to the Prince's)

Hagrid:

We also have some notes regarding Hagrid's writing which is nearly eligible.

'even a scribble that looked as though it was from the Hogwarts gamekeeper, Hagrid.' (CoS)

'He recognized the untidy scrawl on the brown paper at once: this was from Hagrid' (PoA)

Tom Riddle's:

'Riddle’s reply came quickly, his writing becoming untidier, as though he was hurrying to tell all he knew' (CoS) - meaning his handwriting is quite tidy usually.

(On an unrelated note since I've been searching for mentions of writing in the books I encountered this line in PS:

Harry cheered up a bit when he found a bottle of ink that changed color as you wrote

Considering we all talk about Harry's gold cauldron, I think we need to talk about Harry's color-changing ink. More cute Harry additions to Fantastic Beasts since I found them adorable:

The kid's adorable, I don't understand how the Dursleys could keep hating him, my boy.)

[storyparrot]

McGonagall: If you could only tell me why you do this, why?

Sirius: M

James: C

Peter: A

McGonagall:

Remus:

Sirius:

James:

All of Hogwarts:

Remus: i'm so sorry

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - Fresh Start

@jegulus-microfic November 19, Word count 551

Previous part First part

They sat in McGonagall’s office and waited for her. They’d been let in by one of the other staff members and told that she was on her way. 

Regulus had his left hand in James’s, his right in Sirius’s, and Remus had his hand on his knee. He felt very safe, if not a bit claustrophobic. He’d been wracking his brains over who could have done it, but he always came up blank. He really didn’t know anybody that well on his course. And he didn’t think he’d offended anyone enough for them to cause the amount of damage they did. His question was answered when the office door opened and Minerva strode in, followed by a beefy, acne-covered twenty-something-year-old. Regulus had no idea who he was, but judging by the reaction of James, Sirius and Remus, they did. 

“Mulciber?!” Sirius spat as he tried to raise himself out of his seat, but Remus’s arm across his lap held him down. Regulus turned to James. 

“Who is he?” He asked. James’s eyes never left Mulciber while he answered Regulus’s question. 

“He’s in our year. He’s best friends with someone we don’t get along with.”

“Snape,” Sirius hissed, trying again to get out of his seat. This time, Regulus helped Remus to keep his brother sitting. He’d only make it worse. 

Regulus had no idea who Mulciber was, but Snape was a familiar name. He’d been one of the others in the competition to display their art at the art show, but Regulus had beaten him out for the top spot with ‘Burk with a ‘Nana’. Did that have something to do with this? He'd never even met the guy.

“Mr Mulciber has confessed to breaking and entering with the intent to destroy a painting of yours, Mr Black,” McGonagall said, bringing him back to the present. “He says he acted alone and that no one else was involved,” The tone of her voice and the way her brow ached told Regulus that she didn’t believe it for one minute. 

“I-I-I-If he’s friends with Snape, I think I know why I was targeted,” Regulus said, his words getting stronger as three hands squeezed him reassuringly. He told McGonagall his theory, and by the paleness of Mulciber's face, he’d hit the nail right on the head. 

“Well, Mr Mulciber, what do you have to say to that?” McGonagall asked. Mulciber was sweating profusely, and his skin had turned a pale sickly green. 

“Snape told me to do it. That Black had cheated him out of the art show and that his art should be displayed and not the rubbish he painted. He told me I’d never get caught!” 

“Nor would you have if you hadn’t been bragging about it in the cafeteria,” Minerva snapped at him. She turned her gaze on Regulus, and her features softened. “Rest assured I will be following this up and dealing with it accordingly. If you would like to return to the Halls, I can make that happen for you, a fresh start in a different part of the camp, maybe?” Regulus shook his head. 

“No, thank you, Minerva. I’m happy where I am,” He could see the beaming smile on James’s face out of the corner of his eye and knew James felt exactly the same way. 

Next part

[trappezoider]

Thank you, professor.

[ancientsstudies]

Farewell, Professor McGonagall.

[tamayula-hl]

Professor McGonagall

[karlrincon]

Rest in peace to an absolute treasure, Dame Maggie Smith.

They’ve been reunited 🤍

[digitkame]

3 professors forced to share a hotel room during a travel to a wizard expo ... due to budget cut because Hogwarts have sustained yet another annual Voldemort-related disaster( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[hogwartscastle]

Our Legend-Trio May you three rest in peace together now. You will truly be missed with heavy hearts.

Alan Rickman † January 14, 2016 Michael Gambon † September 27, 2023 Maggie Smith † September 27, 2024

[selinas]

Professor McGonagall HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE | 2001 dir. Chris Columbus

R.I.P. Maggie Smith o/*

[wizardingsworld]

#rest in peace, Dame Maggie Smith

Maggie Smith as Professor Minerva McGonagall HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCERER'S STONE 2001 | dir. Chris Columbus