A/N- This takes place in the Harry Potter universe without Harry himself existing. Also I am aware there is another story about MPHFPC/HP but I am not copying it (it's called Peculiar Hogwarts by 101olive4u if you're interested.)

Plz review tell me what you think.

**I do not own Harry Potter or MPHFPC

Alma LeFay Peregrine sat in her cozy little house on an island in Wales. She had just finished flipping through an old edition of The Quibbler, throwing it down on the couch next to her. It had been a while since she had been to the mainland. She preferred it that way though, as there was no place for her to go. She walked into her kitchen and began to heat some water in the kettle. As she walked back to the living room she caught sight of herself in a mirror.

For 7 years she had been an Auror and anyone who through her a glance could tell. Many scratches lined her arms and legs. Scars ran up and down her body as they fought for dominance over her skin. She was pale and thin but she didn't look completely bad. She still had a strong frame and curves. Her wavy raven hair was down, flowing all the way to the bottom of her back. She was wearing black skinny jeans and a navy tank top. A tattoo of a falcon was on her left wrist, a clever way she had come up with to hide the scars that a chain had torn into her when she had once been kidnapped by werewolves.

She stared into her own blue eyes, trying to read them, trying to get them to reveal all the secrets they kept from her. Why couldn't she remember anything from her last mission? Whatever had happened had caused them to give her a "break". They said they'd call her back when they needed her, but she knew it was their way of firing her. Luckily someone had been able to arrange a house for her where she now stayed. Alone, she had no family left, she remembered as the doorbell rang, well, almost no family.

She walked to the door, weary of who might be behind it. Dementors were rare to see in Wales but she had heard the Death Eaters were beginning to pick the minds of past Aurors. Eating away their secrets until they destroyed every bit of knowledge they had. Any had already been killed by it. Had the Death Eaters found her old mentor and caused him to give up her location? Nonsense, Alma thought to herself as she nervously looked through the peephole of her door. The only person who knew of her location was, here?

She looked through to see her aunt standing next to an older man. "Aunt Minerva!" she exclaimed as she swung the door open. In front of her stood Minerva McGonagall, a powerful witch with a very stern gaze, and in short, her aunt. Next to her stood the most powerful wizard she had ever met, Albus Dumbledore. Minerva's harsh glare quickly softened as she went to embrace Alma.

"Dear me, it's been so long child," she said as she pulled away from the hug.

"Professor," Alma reached out to shake Dumbledore's hand. She remembered attending Hogwarts when she was younger. Quidditch captain and highest O.W.L's score had made her quite popular, as well as winning the Triwizard Tournament. She remembered it well as giants, sea serpents, and a crazy maze had almost eaten her alive. She still emerged victorious, breaking Hogwarts losing streak of over 40 years.

"Please call me Albus," he replied as he shook her hand, which seemed tiny compared to his own.

"Of course, would you like to come in?" Alma stepped aside and motioned for them to enter.

"Thank you dear," Minerva said as she walked through the door. She looked around at the house she had arranged for Alma, who had just run into the kitchen to grab the kettle. It was lovely for something requested on short notice, with a relatively fair month's rent. She however, paid nothing as Albus had graciously offered to cover it in her "teachers rewards" at Hogwarts. She observed the rather plain walls and sparsely furnished rooms. "Alma, why do you live like this? I left you plenty of money to brighten this place up."

"I have no need for anything I don't have already," she replied from the kitchen as she poured a cup of tea for all of them.

"Well you can't argue with someone who'd made up their mind," Albus said to Minerva, trying to ease the sheer awkwardness in the room. He could sense some tension between the two the moment he mentioned her name back at Hogwarts. They made their way to the single couch in the living room, a small coffee table in front of it was where she placed the tea.

"So, what brings you to Wales?" Alma asked trying to get the subject off her living arrangements. She sat down on the edge of the couch, facing the two.

"Well, I was thinking, you seem to still be pretty shaken up about the whole Auror thing." Minerva said, watching as Alma's cheerful expression dropped into a dark glare. "I feel like you need to do something to keep you busy and get your mind off it."

"Actually it was my idea," Albus cut in. He didn't want to sound boastful, but taking responsibility would surely prevent the fight that he knew would break out between them. He made a mental note to himself to find out more on their relationship later. He took sip of the tea she had prepared, which was rather good. Her expression softened a bit, but she still held a furrowed brow and small frown.

"Look, I want what's best for you, we both do and honestly, this isn't it," she waved her hand in the direction of the the rest of the house.

"What did you have in mind?" Alma asked coldly, trying to bury the fact that she was extremely intrigued.

Albus spoke again, "A new teaching position open up, I've come to offer it to you." He saw her eyes light up, "Defense against the dark arts. I know it may bring back some memories but I-" He was cut off by her standing up, nearly spilling her tea.

She turned and walked down the hall, "I'll get my wand."