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Minerva McGonagall was relieved that the war was over, but it broke her heart as she went through the student records. The first task of her new position as Headmistress was to ensure that all the students that had died in the war were marked as deceased. Such bright young minds ended up with such short lives.
Every individual died a hero's death. Minerva understood that. Still, nothing would have prepared her for the agony of losing her students – her children. The pain she was feeling was unbearable. The old woman had to keep taking breaks from the scroll to keep herself together. Whenever Minerva needed a moment, all but one of the portraits fell silent. "Those students had done a duty necessary to keep our world safe."
"Stay out of it, Albus," Minerva snapped. When Harry confided in his Professor about Dumbledore's manipulation, she was livid. All respect for her long-time friend was gone when she found out what he had done to the boy. "I don’t need your input, seeing as you're willing to put innocent children in the line of danger."
"Minerva-"
"I don't want to hear it!"
Albus' portrait was about to speak when green flames shot up in the fireplace, and three figures emerged one after the other. The first person to arrive was the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. He made his way towards the Headmistress right away, greeting her with a sympathetic smile. He was joined by a middle-aged man in a wheelchair and a young woman.
"Hello, Minerva," Kingsley greeted. "I'm afraid my companions and I come with some troubling news."
"And who might these companions be?" Minerva wasn't a fan of surprise visits from anyone, but she remained professional all the same. She pursed her lips as she studied the two unfamiliar visitors, and hid her surprise when they spoke.
"Terribly sorry to drop-in uninvited," the woman spoke kindly. "I'm Mahogany Olivier, the President of the Magical Congress of the United States of North America. My friend here is Chiron. He's a centaur and takes care of demigods residing in America."
"What is so important that you have visited my school?" Minerva pressed. She hadn't relaxed since the war ended, still being wary around people outside of her circle. Kingsley bringing in two people from America unannounced? That irritated her to no end.
"We have received prophecies that detail both demigods and wizards," Chiron explained, calmly. "The reason for the visit is because of the boy in your last prophecy. Harry Potter, is it?"
"That is correct," she nodded, curtly. "This prophecy you speak of, do you have it by chance?"
Chiron pulled out a notepad, and handed it to Minerva:
Three wars have passed,
But peace will not last.
Titan of the sky,
Seeks revenge with a spy.
To finish what his wife begun,
And end the life of his great-grandson
Our champion has come on top,
A battle that has come to a stop.
The Dark Lord met his match,
And a follower may still latch.
To seek a method that goes beyond,
A Titan who will correspond.
She studied the words on the page, not letting the worry show. The bits about the demigods were lost in translation, but the rest was loud and clear. Her kids wouldn’t be able to go back to Hogwarts in September. "Minister Shacklebolt told us about the war that happened here. My condolences for all the lives lost."
"Thank you," Minerva's eyes met with Chiron's, who gave her a sympathetic look. He had gone through something similar with his Demigods, she was sure of that. "As reluctant as I am to put my students back in the line of danger, it is clear it needs to be done."
"I'm glad you see that," President Olivier said. "I would like to propose you send your best group of students to Ilvermorny for the year. They will go to classes and be sorted into our houses just like the rest of our students, and when the time comes they will fight the oncoming battle with the demigods."
"And where will these demigods be?"
"We are working on a program at Ilvermorny," Chiron explained. "By September, everything will be set up and they will join the school with everyone else."
"We believe that by doing this, everyone will come together and join forces when the time is right." Mahogany continued. "The prophecy seems incomplete. There's a chance there will be a third part, but it will only be spoken when everyone is together in one room."
"I would like to meet with the Headmaster of Ilvermorny." Minerva addressed. "If I am to send my students to a different country, I need to ensure their safety for most of the year."
"Of course, Professor McGonagall," Mahogany agreed. "That will be done. Please expect an Owl in the coming weeks from Professor Tahamente."
"I hope this goes well."
"We all do, Minerva," Kingsley sighed. He knew the woman well and knew how upsetting this news must be for her. "But Harry will do everything he can to protect everyone. They will be okay."