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Rated for abuse, and occasional swearing

1946, One week into the summer holidays, Scotland, Home of Robert McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall was fifteen years old, rather tall for her age, and a witch.

This was normal for her - as in, she had been fifteen since last October, she had been tall ever since her growth spurt several years ago, and a with ever since she could remember.

She was also crying.

This was not so normal.

In fact, you might even go as far as to say that it was extremely out of character.

But when you have trouble breathing because your ribs might be the slightest bit fractured, everywhere is burning, because bruises both old and new are throbbing, and there is something uncomfortably sticky on your back, that you think might be blood, but it hurts too much to turn around and check, you would probably cry too.

Particularly if your own father had done that to you.

Minerva lifted herself gingerly off the floor. Even five minutes after her father had banged out of the house, back down to the pub, it still stank of alcohol. She spotted a spilt puddle of beer near the door.

She gently wiped her split lip on her sleeve, decidedly not looking at the blood on it, she tiptoed into her own room, and sat on the bed.

She couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts.

She neatly applied the bruise balm that the Matron had given her for her Quidditch injuries over the worst of the marks. It had to be used sparingly, after all.

Not for the first time, she toyed with a slim gold chain around her neck, and the Time Turner on the end of it, given to her last year by Professor Dippet, so that she could get to all her lessons.

It would be so simple, wouldn't it? To travel forward to the end of the holidays. Only forty days.

No one would ever know.

When she was little, she dreamed of running away, far away, from the abuse, and her father's hatred.

She couldn't help reminding him of her mother.

Her mother, who, in the end, had run away.

Minerva McGonagall closed her eyes, and whispered a story to herself.

It was a small story, one that had comforted her on many nights like this one, when her skin smarted, and she could barely move.

My name is Violetta Vernet.

I do not have a father. Or a mother.

I live with a kindly aunt, who took me in, and raised me as her own.

I am brave, and strong, and I am not afraid of anyone or anything.

I am happy.

The Time Turner glittered in the moonlight, shining through the window. And Minerva McGonagall's emerald eyes flashed with it.

If she was Violetta Vernet, she wouldn't be afraid to do this.

She began to spin the Time Turner.

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

There was a loud thudding from downstairs, as her father clumped his way in, swearing at the top of his lungs. The pubs had clearly closed for the night.

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

She kept going, spinning it faster and faster, as his thudding footsteps made their clumsy way up the stairs.

Twenty Eight

Twenty Nine

Thirty

Thirty One

He had stopped outside her door, and Minerva's breaths were becoming panicked now, as he creaked the door open. Stil, she spinned it furiously.

Thirty Four

Thirty Five

She could smell the whiskey on her father's breath, as his bloodshot eyes pinned to the golden Time Turner.

Thirty Seven

Thirty Eight

He bellowed. "None of that hocus pocus in my house, you little-"

Thirty Nine

He backhanded her across the room, and she crumpled-

FORTY

The Time Turner shattered, golden sands flying everywhere. A small shard of glass drove itself into Minerva's thumb. She gave a tiny sob, and-

And Minerva McGonagall disappeared.

1996, One week into the summer holidays, Grimmauld Place, Headquarters of the Order of the Pheonix

Mad Eye Moody marched into the living room of grimmauld place.

"Tonks! Lupin!" He barked.

"Hmm?" Asked Lupin, looking up from his book. "Is something wrong?"

"Damn right, something's wrong." growled Moody. "We've just received a alert that someone, or something broke into McGonagall's old house."

Tonks opened her mouth to say something, but Moody carried on before she could utter a word. "Bearing in mind that of course, shes enchanted the place so even a rat couldn' get in without her knowing, and the fact that she hasn't actually lived there in donkey's years, we need to check it out."

The three of them hurried away.

Leaving four Weasleys and one Granger staring curiously after them through the keyhole, Extendable Ears in hand.

To be continued...

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Also I appreciate that so far, the plot is actually pretty similar to another fic called "My Future lies in the Past" by PattiCobain, which is actually really good, but, rest assured that mine is going to be ompletely different. Well, I guess it's already different as in it's in the Order of the Pheonix, not the Goblet of Fire, but, well, semantics.