#theminervamcgonagall

Though Hogwarts Headmistress Minerva Mcgonagall has been allegedly missing from her living quarters for two months, only recently has a search team finally been issued.

"McGonagall often goes about her own business, often for weeks at a time, and we trust her with it," says a close associate who wishes to remain anonymous "But when she wouldn't answer owls and the weeks stretched to months we couldn't ignore it anymore.

A tip off has been made saying that Professor McGonagall was given a note telling her to meet one of her younger brothers. The note was found on her desk. However, when the aforementioned brother was questioned he claims to have never sent that not nor had any recollection of writing it.

I still haven’t figured out the new dream part or new future.  I’ll be honest. I’m worried.

Dumbledore. I didn’t know him. He made announcements in the Great Hall. He sometimes complimented me on commentary, but I didn’t know him. His death was huge because of what it signaled. The eccentric, bearded, guardian was gone.

But Minerva McGonagall? She was the head of my house. She was a constant fixture of my childhood. I had more detentions with her than anyone and I think part of that is she knew I could do better. She was the unofficial straight man to all the rubbish I shouted over the microphone at Quidditch matches. Fierce protector, staunch Quidditch team supporter, disciplinarian, the foil to our reckless pranking, the order in chaos–

And she’s been gone for two months.

I’m more than worried. I’m terrified. And it’s for the most stupid, selfish, reason…I can’t lose anything else. I can’t fall to pieces again. I can’t do it. I wasn’t lying when I told Avery that.

The Order knows I’m back. Artemis is still livid with at me. She chucked Bridget out the door– cage and all.I took Bridget to a vet, but she’s just a little shaken up. I don’t know how I expected Fred and George to react.

I don’t want to think about it right now. And I definitely don’t want to write about it. Pass.

Grady’s recuperating. That’s good. Probably shouldn’t have scared him like that, but  it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I haven’t pranked anyone in ages so…

I needed it.

I talked with Owana about telling Thomas. She suggested I ask my uncle first. He felt that it probably wasn’t a good idea to spill the beans. He grew up with mum and he still has problems believing. So I went with motorcycle accident and amnesia. It’s …partly true. I was in a motorcycle accident and I definitely had memory loss…just not in that order.

"Hogsmeade is all magical. No hiding. No secrets. We're free to use as much or as little magic as we want,"said Elphinstone. Minerva's fingers curled around the top of the gate door handle. She pushed forward into the front garden. Elphinstone kissed her cheek and offered an arm. She took it and they walked up the stone path to the house. Elphinstone unlocked the door to the house with his key, "Take a look..." He held the door open for her.Minerva stepped inside.  Sunlight filtered through the large windows into the living room. There were plenty of book shelves, a window seat overlooking the garden, and hardwood floors. She peered through one of the windows near the entrance to the kitchen. She smiled at the view of Hogwarts castle in the distance. 

"I thought to myself, 'I can see Minnie curling up by the window seat with a book,'"said Elphinstone.

"It's lovely,"said Minerva. "It's a bit far from the ministry, though."

"I don't mind.It just means you'll be home before I am."

"Home. Our home. It's a wonderful thought,"said Minerva smiling.