More Than A Teacher

Since he reentered the Wizarding world, everyone had known is name and gave him whatever he wanted or what he didn't want, everyone but one person. The first time he met her, his first thought was this was a woman you never wanted to double cross, let alone tick off. He learned through the years that his first impression was correct; this powerful witch was in fact someone you never want to cross because her Scottish temper will reduce you to nothing but a scared two year old. But he also learned through the last seven years that this woman would do just about anything to protect her students even if they weren't in her own house. Come to think about it she has always been fair and more than once she had given him a less severe punishment than what he was expecting. He learned that this professor, even though she had a tough outer shell, was a softy.

In the past seven years, he's sat in the same seat he took during his first class with the professor. He tried his hardest to do the best he could in her class but her subject just didn't come naturally for him. No considering he wasn't as bad as his best friend; he pitied his friend whenever the spell they were practicing went wrong and the professor would give him the death glare. Just thinking about all of the classes with the professor and all of the spells that had gone horribly wrong, he couldn't help but laugh. One class from his seventh year came flying back into his memory. That day they were practicing switching spells and somehow someone in the class sent the spell flying directly at the professor. She hadn't noticed because she was helping another student, but by the time she noticed it was too late. The spell hit her and all of the buttons on her robes fell off, which caused her robes to fall open. He never would have thought that his beloved professor wore black lace under her bulky teaching robes. Well it's probably a good thing the professor hides her figure from the male students because once her robes opened all of the students were staring at her with their jaws hitting the ground.

Once he was done reliving that memory he realized that quite a few people were staring at him. Nothing new really, he was use to people looking at him funny but at this moment in time he must have laughed out loud. But who cares, it was his last night in this castle; his last time to tell the professor how much her guidance meant to him. Before he could think of what he was going to tell the professor, his name was called.

He stood and slowly made his way to where the professor was standing. She was now the headmistress of the school he'd be leaving tomorrow. Once he was standing in front of the woman she handed him his diploma and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. He had to tell her now or else he would never have the chance again.

"Thank you professor, for everything you've done for me these past seven years. I owe you more than you could ever know. I just wanted to let you know that I consider you to be the closest thing I have to a mother. Thank you, Minerva for being more than just a teacher."

He walked away before she could reply but once he sat back down and looked up at the headmistress he saw that she had tears running down her cheeks.

The headmistress was having a hard time composing herself after the wonderful comment he had made to her during their hug. Once she had gotten herself under enough control she looked up and made eye contact with the young man that she was sending off into the world, once again, and whispered "You're welcome, Harry."