A/N: While I'm writing Bellatrix second chance a whole lot of other stories are running through my mind. I never had any problems with my imagination but to clear my mind a little I'm writing them down. This will be a smaller story and it will not be updated as fast as Bellatrix second Chance. However, I didn't want to keep this away from you all so here it is.

Again a special thanks to Naomi-chan203 for pre-reading the Dutch version.

Prolog: A helping hand.

A young woman of thirty years old.

With her eyes resting on the building where she was standing in front of, she took another deep breath. This was the day she would start her new life. On this day she would start anew and make sure she would be happy. She didn't know when but she was going for it and she would succeed in her mission, She would become Happy no matter what.

With her eyes looking at the clock above the entrance of the building that she was looking at. She had left her house to be sure she would be on time but she could see that she was an hour early. So as she looked around her she saw a little cafe where she could kill that hour.

When she sat down at a table she thought about all the things she had been through. As one of the few, she knew of the existents of a hidden magical world. She herself was born as a squib and knew that she was magical without the magic. The little magic that she had wasn't enough to be classified as a witch but that wasn't really important to her. She didn't care because she had loving parents who took her for what she was, not for what she wasn't. That her parents were also squibs did help her a little, not only by learning the Muggle way but also the magical way.

Her daddy was a squib from a noble house only this house was different than most of the other houses. House McGonagall didn't care what she and her parents were, they were family and that was what mattered to them.

However, a lot of other families didn't think that way. As a resulted it took her and her parents away from the magical world.

Her mother came from one of those families. She knew this because her Daddy had told her about it, but he never told her the name of that family.

While she thought about the magical world a little smile came over her face. She had an aunt that taught her a lot about the magical world. Her aunt was namely a teacher at the best magical school in the world. That's what her aunt always told her. Her name was Minerva McGonagall and she had been teaching her whatever she could from when she was little. The best thing about her aunt was that she could turn into a tabby cat.

Her aunt had been married to her uncle, but he had been killed in a war with someone named Grindelwald. It was something her aunt didn't like to talk about but it made her into a second mother to her.

She did remember the times that her aunt would take her along to Hogwarts. Sometimes her aunt would take her along in one of her holidays and it was then that she would see how her aunt teach her classes.

And it was in one of those holidays that she found her passion and got the love for teaching children. Her aunt was the one person she looked up to and her role model.

It was on those holidays that she knew her path in life and she would become the best teacher she could for herself and her favorite aunt.

When she told her dream to her parents they were over the moon and did everything they could to help her become the best teacher she could.

So in the holidays she again went over to her aunt and looked at how she would teach and learn as much as she could. When she was eight she met Lily Evans. She also met a friend of her that was named Alice but didn't remember her last name. Both girls had taken her by the hand and had wormed themselves a way into her little heart. Both girls were thirteen and showed her the whole school and took her along to all the classes they had.

As time went on she saw them both as the big sisters she never had. So every time she was at Hogwarts they took her along and she followed them everywhere. Even in their last year when they were seventeen and she was only twelve they took her to this little town called Hogsmeade. A little magical town that was close to Hogwarts.

After every Holiday and every class, she wanted more and more to become a teacher. When she turned thirteen she got a letter from her aunt. Lily and Alice had passed all of their newts. She had been really happy when she read that piece, however, her joy vanished when she read the next part of the letter. The magic world was in another war and as long as that war was going on she could not spend any more time with her aunt in the magical world or at Hogwarts.

Ones every year her aunt tried to visit with her favorite Muggle family as she called it. When she was with them she talked about the war and how an evil wizard murdered everyone who wasn't of pure blood. She also told that Muggles and Squids weren't safe at all. The second time she came along she told her that Alice had married Frank Longbottom and Lily had married James Potter. But she was proud to tell them that they were fighting on the good side.

The years that followed became very lonely for her. And even though she could not go to Hogwarts she did everything to become a Muggle teacher. At the age of sixteen, she went to a school where she would learn to become a real teacher just like her aunt. As the years went on she knew that the one thing she wanted to teach were young children and that's where her heart lay.

At the school, she met a boy named Johan. Johan became her friend and then her boyfriend and finally her husband. Together they decided to begin a school for special children and would become a big family with lots of children of their own.

When they were twenty they found a little house together to start a family, at a local primary school they found their first jobs that would take them to bigger things and on their way to their own little school. Up until now, everything had gone the way she wanted her life to go. But like always it couldn't be sunshine for every day all day long.

When she was twenty-one she became pregnant with her first child. With a smile on her face, she knew that her dream would be complete and she would have everything she always wanted.

But it was not to be this way. Two months into her pregnancy she had a miscarriage. It was then that her world around her came tumbling down. She wanted to have a child but she couldn't and the panic took a hold of her heart.

Johan was the loving husband she knew and took her in his arms. He told her it would be okay and that they would try again when she was ready for it. But his voice sounded a little disappointed like he blamed her for the loss of their child.

When she asked him about it. He told her that she was right. He was disappointed in her. And he didn't like to have to wait another nine months.

Her heart filled itself with joy when she became pregnant again. She was twenty-two years old and all would be okay. Then just barely into her second month, she had another miscarriage. The pain was worse than it had been the first time and she had to go to the hospital because of it.

As she was lying there in the hospital she got a letter from her aunt. The war was still going on and there wasn't much hope. She also read that her friends Lily and Alice had become mothers themselves and the little boys were only two days apart. She had to smile because Lily and Alice would always do things together as much as they could. As she read about the little boys she felt a little jealousy but also a lot of happiness for her friends.

A month after the miscarriage the doctor came to her with some bad news. He told her that during the miscarriage some things inside her were damaged beyond repair. It was so bad that her uterus and ovaries had to be removed and she would never be able to have another child. As she looked at Johan who was sitting next to her she could see the pain on his face. She wanted to take a hold of his hand but he pulled it away, stood and left the room.

In the months that followed she would crawl back on her feet and back to being a teacher. Johan who was the love of her life did everything he could. That everything, however, was not for her but for himself.

At first, she thought that he was dealing with the loss of becoming a father and he needed that time, but as time went on it became worse. He would come home later than he normally would and sometimes he would stay out for more than a day at a time. As he came home at night she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

Then a week after she had turned twenty-three Johan came home. He was drunk and had fury written all over his face. He shoved her into a chair and hung over her. "You are not good to me anymore" he slurred. "I will find myself a real woman. One who can have children and is a real woman not a freak like you. I don't know why I loved you but you are pathetic". The words had stung her but she thought he had said it out of frustration.

The school they were both working became a daily misery for her. Johan started to tell lies and always made her out to be the bad guy. Slowly all those lies became bigger and worse as the weeks went on and she was feeling worse with every minute that passed.

It was at one night that she really had enough and confronted her Johan. The anger she had was nothing compare to the anger Johan had towards her. The one thing he did was the one thing she would have never expected. It would be the reason why she fled to her parent's house and ended it with Johan.

With a black eye and blood flowing from her bottom lip she walked into the house crying her eyes out, she sat down next to her aunt who was also crying her eyes out next to her.

Between her sobs, she told them what Johan had done to her and Minerva told them about the war. As Minerva went on she forgot about her own troubles and listen on, as Minerva told her about the struggles she had gone through. At the end, she told them how little Harry had saved the day. But it cost him his parents.

As Minerva told her about the loss of Lily she cried with her. She learned a lot and also that little Harry had been placed with his family to grow up in the Muggle world. But how his family was called or where he lived she would never know. It had been the things that Albus Dumbledore had taken from her memory, just so they could keep little Harry save.

As she dried her tears she looked up at the clock and stood from her chair. It was almost time for her appointment. With her handbag over her shoulder, she went over to the building and said to herself. "Andrea McGonagall, this day will be the first day of the rest of your life. It is seven years after Johan and now it's my turn and I'm going to make it one hell of a life".

A/N: Again this will not be a fast update so be patient. Next week there will be another chapter of Bellatrix second chance. Please read, enjoy and review. It always helps us, writers, when you do. It will make us write more for you.

Gr Winmau.