Not mine, rated for abuse and swearing, also, MMAD is here, don't like that ship, don't read this, and yes, I know Dumbledore is gay, but I ship them, and JKR lost control of this fandom a long long time ago. *Cue the sound of me tryng to remember if I've left anything out here*Oh yeah, and I realise that they are both Minerva, and it's kinda confusing, but i think you can figure out which is which most of the time (Hopefully). Righto then:

Minerva looked at the person before her, who reminded her so uncannily of herself.

The creepy thing about that sentence is that neither myself, nor either of the Minerva McGonagalls, in that dark room in Grimmauld Place, could tell you exactly which point of view the sentence was written from.

"Who are you?" asked the girl in bed, narrowing her eyes.

" I could ask you the same question." said the woman by the window, narrowing her eyes.

They glared at each other.

"My name is Minerva McGonagall." Said Minerva.

Both Minervas. One thought resonated through two minds, that were technically one.

Oh, shit.

All four emerald eyes drew toward the twisted gold charm around Minerva's neck, that might, once, a long time ago, around forty years ago, in fact, have been a Time Turner.

"Never let the Sands of Time come into contact with the air." Breathed Minerva.

"So I was involved in a reaction - between the air and the Sands..."

"An ordinary Time Turner would have just sent you into the future, but combine the reaction with the displacement magic caused by the time-travel-"

"Surely that would cause a paradox, though?"

"Yes, and that paradox could eventually, with your naturally imbued magic, have the power to send you into a different timeline altogether..."

"Which is how I've ended up here. I'm in my own future, in an alternative universe! That's why there's two of us! In this universe, you either didn't use the Time Turner at all, or, when you did..." Her voice faltered, "Father- Father didn't catch you."

All the animation that been so present, only a few seconds ago, died. There was a moment of silence.

"Well, at least this proves what I've known all along!" Said the younger Minerva, trying to smile. "I'm a genius, I am!"

Both smiles were rather thin, and they sat together in silence for a minute. Younger Minerva's hand felt around beneath the covers, trying to figure out what it was that was gripped in her hand.

"How old are you?" asked elder Minerva, suddenly.

"Fifteen."

They both lapsed into silence again.

" I'm not going back, am I?" asked younger Minerva, plaintively.

"I doubt it." Minerva sighed.

"Right then. Care to give me an update on how things have been going the last-" She stopped abruptly, trying to do the math.

"Forty years." Minerva sighed again. "Quite a lot, unfortunately. Yes, I passed my OWLs." She said, as Minerva opened her mouth. " Now, let me see... Well, I'm working at Hogwarts, Transfiguration and Deputy...yes, I know... Hmm, I got married-"

"To who?" Asked Minerva, sitting up " Tom?" A pale blush stood out on her cheek as she said so, briefly flashing back to Tom, as he kissed her on Platform 9 and 3/4, that last day of term. He was a very good kisser, she had to admit.

"Ah." Minerva shifted awkwardly in her chair, "Yes, about him..."

"What?" she asked, cheeks still vaguely flushed, although she was frowning now. "We broke up?"

"Yes, but it's a bit more than that." Her lips were thin, as she told her younger self exactly what her ex-boyfriend had been up to the last 40 years.

Her ex-boyfriend, now better known as Lord Voldemort.

Minerva gaped at herself. "What?" She breathed, trying to process. "Tom- Tom turned evil?"

Her older self nodded subtly, something inscrutable in her eyes. Minerva suddenly realised what her friends meant when they referred to her "Ice Queen Face".

"So- who did I marry?" She asked, trying to sound casual. She doubted it worked.

"Albus Dumbledore." Minerva choked.

" Albus Dumbledore? As in, Albus Dumbledore, who is supposed to be my Transfiguration teacher next year? "

"Yes." Minerva stared at her older self. There was a long moment of silence. Then she started to giggle. She fell back on her bed, laughing as if her life depended on it.

"Oh my fucking god." She gasped out eventually, still giggling madly. " This is so weird!"

"How observant of you." But her older self's lips were twitching too.

Suddenly, Minerva sat up. "Then... if I can't go back, and what do I do? I just... live out my life in my own future? I mean, how do we explain everything? I assume we can't just tell everyone that I'm you from the past?"

Her older self drummed her fingers on her knees. "No, we can't... the technology, the sheer power involved, it must have marked, or changed you in some way, which could potentially be manipulated to use you as some kind of weapon..."

Minerva froze, for a second. Her older self didn't know that she had somehow already become a weapon, only a day into her brand new timeline.

"...although we will have to tell some people, Albus, for instance, a few members of the Order..."

"What Order?" She interrupted.

"The Order of the Phoenix. Essentially a group dedicated to fighting Dark Magic, and Tom's followers, Death Eaters."

Minerva spluttered. " Death Eaters? God, he always was so melodramatic about this stuff."

"He was, wasn't he? All that drama about tracking down his birth parents and such. He was a good kisser though."

"Yep." They both fell silent, contemplating the utter weirdness of this situation.

"So how do we explain me? I mean, why am I here, where did I come from, what's my backstory? Who am I?"

The older Minerva leaned forward. "That," she told herself gently, "Is entirely for you to decide."

Minerva McGonagall looked herself in the eyes.

"My name is Violetta Vernet.

I have no father, and no mother.

And you are my aunt."

Beneath the bedsheet, her hand gripped something, willing, for the first time. A tiny ripple of warm power spread through her body, and she smiled the smile of a cat, who has got the cream.

And I am far, far stronger, far far braver,and far, far more dangerous than even you know.

TBC...

Read and Review please!

I appreciate that both Minervas are out of character, my explanation being that, well, there are two of them there, and crazy time travel stuff has happened, so they are, obviously, acting a little different to how they normally act. Also, she's a teenager, so she acts very different to her adult self. Mostly.

Also, from now on, in the story, older Minerva is called Minerva, or Aunt Tabby, and younger Minerva is called Violetta, or Letta.