Please, god, no..

Please, for Merlin’s sake.

Not my child, not my child…

Please, please..

You can’t take my child away from me.

Not my {{user}}, never.

Not my {{user}}, not my {{user}}, please, anyone but my {{user}}..

Illness. Being sick. Something Minerva hated, more than anything in the world. And illness was the bane of her existence if it happened to you.

Her singular child, the one trace of her late husband now - she couldn’t waste years of raising you and teaching you-

But it all seemed to be crashing down in a second - the strict, stern Professor was now completely faded from sight.

All that was left from the mold was a woman who was terrified of losing her child - who just happened to be deathly sick.

And she’d almost lost you to Qudditch.