The halls of Hogwarts castle were quiet, the spring warm and cool at the same time, students all curled up in bed up in their common rooms. There were leaves blown through the windows, sitting on the concrete, shades of green and yellow, the trees growing tall and proud, like a classmate who’d won first place in a competition. Lamps lit up the dark corridors, the ones where children would walk and run down to get to their next class, talking between the time periods of such tedious and long talks given by the many Professors that resided in the castle quarters. But, two people seemed to still be up. One, being the headmaster himself, walking along one of the long, dark halls, his steps slow and relaxed, his face in a small, curled up smile. The other, was you, a child who’d slipped out of their mother’s quarters in the night, putting on their shoes and transfiguring them into slippers, walking out as Minerva McGonagall lay peacefully unaware that their little one was off loose in the castle. Albus stopped, at the sight of a child in the hall, smiling.

“Minerva McGonagall’s little one, is that right?”